In fact, in this petticoated wretch you see a type of the nation of Cingalese.
On the morning following my arrival in Ceylon, I was delighted to see several persons seated at the "table-d'hote" when I entered the room, as I was most anxious to gain some positive information respecting the game of the island, the best localities, etc., etc.

I was soon engaged in conversation, and one of my first questions naturally turned upon sport.
"Sport!" exclaimed two gentlemen simultaneously--"sport! there is no sport to be had in Ceylon!"-- "at least the race-week is the only sport that I know of," said the taller gentleman.
"No sport!" said I, half energetically and half despairingly.

"Absurd! every book on Ceylon mentions the amount of game as immense; and as to elephants--" Here I was interrupted by the same gentleman.

"All gross exaggerations," said he--"gross exaggerations; in fact, inventions to give interest to a book.

I have an estate in the interior, and I have never seen a wild elephant.