Calcutta, by the way, is or was overrun by jackals at night.

They are the scavengers of the town and hunt in packs through the streets, their wolfish yelling being a little disconcerting to a stranger.
It was a long twelve days, but again a very interesting journey, in a native river boat, four rowers (or towers), to my destination.

I had a servant with me, who proved a good, efficient cook and attendant.

It was rather trying to the "griffin" to notice, floating in the river, corpses of natives, frequently perched upon by hungry vultures.
The tea-garden selected for me was Narainpore, successfully managed by a fellow-countryman, who proved to be a capital chap and who made my stay with him very pleasant.

Narainpore was one of the oldest gardens, on teelah (hilly) land and quite healthy.