the driver; then he unfolded his many-jointed legs and rose, throwing me forward and backward in a most uncomfortable manner.
He walked haughtily about the grounds of the guest-house a few minutes, turning up his nose at everybody, then suddenly let his hind legs collapse, almost throwing me off. The driver succeeded in making him understand that there was no use making a fuss, that he would have to take us. Off across the desert he started, at a gait so rough that I know of nothing with which to compare it. At first, I tried to hold to the saddle, but it was too slippery, so there was nothing to do but to throw my arms about the driver, and hang on to him with all my might. I returned in a carriage!
At Mpysore and several other places, we saw camel-carriages. They make a queer sight, these ungainly, loose-jointed animals shambling along in the harness. In Bikanir, we watched the camel corps drill. The natives in this part of India are very finely built men, and they look most imposing in their gaily colored uniforms
CAMEL-CARRIANGES OF THE LIEUTENANT-GOVERNOR OF THE PUNJAB.
and turbans as they sit erect on the arrogant camels who snub even their masters.
There are so many slow, lazy ways of traveling in India that it is difficult to say which is the slowest.
Perhaps the builocks, when they walk, are the
A JUTKA, A PUBLIC CONVEYANCE SEEN IN MADRAS.
slowest of all. They do, however, sometimes trot, and that at a rather brisk pace. They are beautiful animals, and very different from those in America. Their skin is wonderfully soft and silky. Between their shoulders is a large gristly hump. From their chin down between their fore legs hangs a loose, flabby fold of skin.
