The journey up the hill was a tedious one.

Carriages were not then used as they are now, and my wife travelled in a _jampan_, a kind of open, half-reclining sedan chair, carried by relays of four men, while I rode or walked by her side.

She had been greatly exhausted by the heat of the journey from Mian Mir, but as we ascended higher and higher up the mountain side, and the atmosphere became clearer and fresher, she began to revive.
Four hours, however, of this unaccustomed mode of travelling in her weak state had completely tired her out, so on finding a fairly comfortable bungalow at the end of the first stage, I decided to remain there the next day.

After that we went on, stage by stage, until we reached Simla.

Our house, 'Mount Pleasant,' was on the very top of a hill; up and up we climbed through the rhododendron forest, along a path crimson with the fallen blossom, till we got to the top, when a glorious view opened out before our delighted eyes.