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THE VOYAGE.
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tides from distant lands to the westward. Rama
restored them to life, taught them religious know-
ledge, and, after converting them into Brahmins,
performed his sacrifice. He afterwards, by means
of his fiery darts, compelled Samuclra, the Indian
Neptune, to retire several miles from the foot of
the Ghauts, and allotted to his proteges the strip
of land thus recovered from the sea. From these
fourteen men sprang the Kukanastha, or Concanese
tribe of Maharattas, and the pious Hindoo still
discovers in their lineaments, traces of a corpse-
like expression of countenance inherited from their
forefathers.
We remarked that it was a glad moment when
we entered the pattimar. We will also observe
that it was another when our sable Portuguese
"butler/' as he terms himself, ecstasied by his
propinquity to home—sweet home, and forgetting
respect and self-possession in an elan of patriotism,
abruptly directed our vision towards the white-
washed farol, or lighthouse, which marks the north
side of the entrance to the Goa creek. And now,
as we glide rapidly in, we will take a short military
coup d'ceil at the outward defences of the once
celebrated Portuguese capital.
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tides from distant lands to the westward. Rama
restored them to life, taught them religious know-
ledge, and, after converting them into Brahmins,
performed his sacrifice. He afterwards, by means
of his fiery darts, compelled Samuclra, the Indian
Neptune, to retire several miles from the foot of
the Ghauts, and allotted to his proteges the strip
of land thus recovered from the sea. From these
fourteen men sprang the Kukanastha, or Concanese
tribe of Maharattas, and the pious Hindoo still
discovers in their lineaments, traces of a corpse-
like expression of countenance inherited from their
forefathers.
We remarked that it was a glad moment when
we entered the pattimar. We will also observe
that it was another when our sable Portuguese
"butler/' as he terms himself, ecstasied by his
propinquity to home—sweet home, and forgetting
respect and self-possession in an elan of patriotism,
abruptly directed our vision towards the white-
washed farol, or lighthouse, which marks the north
side of the entrance to the Goa creek. And now,
as we glide rapidly in, we will take a short military
coup d'ceil at the outward defences of the once
celebrated Portuguese capital.