During the first few days, the scenery was monotonous to the highest degree; there were neither towns nor villages to be seen; the banks were flat, and the prospect everywhere bounded by tall, thick bushes, which the English term _jungles_, that is to say, "virgin forests." For my own part, I could see no "virgin forests," as by this term I understand a forest of mighty trees.

During the night, we heard, from time to time, the roaring of tigers.

These animals are pretty abundant in these parts, and frequently attack the natives if they happen to remain out late wooding.

I was shown the tattered fragment of a man's dress, hung upon a bush, to commemorate the fact of a native having been torn to pieces there by one of these beasts.

But they are not the only foes that man has to dread here; the Ganges contains quite as deadly ones, namely--the ravenous crocodiles.