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KOTAGHERRY.
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ness, of the Madras Army; and Notices upon the
Ornithology of this interesting region, by T. C.
Jerdon, Esq., of the Madras medical establishment.
And now for our valediction.
We found little difficulty in persuading the officer
to whose care and skill the charge of our precious
health was committed, to report that we were fit
for duty long before the expiration of the term
of leave granted at Bombay ; so we prepared at
once for a return-trip per steamer—it would re-
quire cbs triplex indeed about the cardiac region to
dare the dangers and endure the discomforts of a
coasting voyage, in a sailing vessel, northwards, in
the month of September —" over the water to
Charley," as the hero of Scinde was familiarly
designated by those serving under him.
We started our luggage yesterday on bullock
and coolie back. The morning is muggy, damp, and
showery : as we put our foot in stirrup, a huge
wet cloud obscures the light of day, and hastens to
oblige us with a farewell deluging. Irritated by
the pertinacious viciousness of Pluvian Jove, we
ride slowly along the slippery road which bounds
the east confines of the lake, and strike off to the
right hand, just in time to meet, face to face, the
367
ness, of the Madras Army; and Notices upon the
Ornithology of this interesting region, by T. C.
Jerdon, Esq., of the Madras medical establishment.
And now for our valediction.
We found little difficulty in persuading the officer
to whose care and skill the charge of our precious
health was committed, to report that we were fit
for duty long before the expiration of the term
of leave granted at Bombay ; so we prepared at
once for a return-trip per steamer—it would re-
quire cbs triplex indeed about the cardiac region to
dare the dangers and endure the discomforts of a
coasting voyage, in a sailing vessel, northwards, in
the month of September —" over the water to
Charley," as the hero of Scinde was familiarly
designated by those serving under him.
We started our luggage yesterday on bullock
and coolie back. The morning is muggy, damp, and
showery : as we put our foot in stirrup, a huge
wet cloud obscures the light of day, and hastens to
oblige us with a farewell deluging. Irritated by
the pertinacious viciousness of Pluvian Jove, we
ride slowly along the slippery road which bounds
the east confines of the lake, and strike off to the
right hand, just in time to meet, face to face, the