Damoh is a pretty place.

The town contains some five or six thousand people, and has some very handsome Hindoo temples.

On a hill immediately above it is the shrine of a Muhammadan saint, which has a very picturesque appearance.
There are no manufactures at Damoh, except such as supply the wants of the immediate neighbourhood; and the town is supported by the residence of a few merchants, a few landholders, and agricultural capitalists, and the establishment of a native collector.

The people here suffer much from the guinea-worm, and consider it to arise from drinking the water of the old tank, which is now very dirty and full of weeds.

I have no doubt that it is occasioned either by drinking the water of this tank, or by wading in it: for I have known European gentlemen get the worm in their legs from wading in similar lakes or swamps after snipes, and the servants who followed them with their ammunition experience the same effect.[9] Here, as in most other parts of India, the tanks get spoiled by the water-chestnut, 'singhara' (_Trapa bispinosa_), which is everywhere as regularly planted and cultivated _in fields_ under a large surface of water, as wheat or barley is on the dry plains.