We have been running up the Arabian Sea, latterly.
Closing up on Bombay now, and due to arrive this evening.
January 20th.

Bombay! A bewitching place, a bewildering place, an enchanting place--the Arabian Nights come again?
It is a vast city; contains about a million inhabitants.

Natives, they are, with a slight sprinkling of white people--not enough to have the slightest modifying effect upon the massed dark complexion of the public.

It is winter here, yet the weather is the divine weather of June, and the foliage is the fresh and heavenly foliage of June.

There is a rank of noble great shade trees across the way from the hotel, and under them sit groups of picturesque natives of both sexes; and the juggler in his turban is there with his snakes and his magic; and all day long the cabs and the multitudinous varieties of costumes flock by.