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FROM E~INBURGH TO ~NDIA AND BUIUMAH
pegs in the foreground, the rising bubbles sparkling yellow
in the level sunset rays, and the pipe's incense ascending
in blue perpendiculars, and you have a suggestion of the
perfect peace and entire absence of bustle which we associate
with a certain Valley of Pong.
It made " trop de chose," to quote the great Carolus,
to go out to dinner after such a full day, but the occasion
was somewhat important; General Macleod and Mrs
Macleod and his staff were to be entertained at the
Military Police Mess.
The dinner was beautifully done, flowers and menu
could not have possibly been better, though the party was
not large, only our two hosts of the Military Police, the
General and his wife, and his aide-de-camp, and G. and
myself. I learned afterwards the A.D.C. had charmed G.
with tales of the dangers of crossing into China without
escort and permits.
W~ had a great entertainment or PwC after. We took
out cigars and chairs outside, and sat in a half circle in
moonlight and shadow. In front of us was a space of
silvery grey sand, the stage we will call it; at the back of