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THE PUNJAUB CAMP 141
round his neck hung an orange ribbon decorated
with rubies and emeralds, as well as strings of
pearls, tightly wound; and two large and perfect
pearls adorned his ears. He was a soldier. There
were no others exactly like him. Some were
equally gorgeous; but they were all different in
get-up. A Kashmiri pundat was all white, with
silver slippers. The only touch of vivid colour
about him was his caste mark; that was of a
rich orange, and placed in the middle of his fore-
head. The umbrella-bearer, the gentleman who
was explaining things, informed us in a stage
whisper that the pundat washed the orange caste
mark off and painted it on again every morning.
This Kashmir group was especially interesting
because of the extraordinary variety of the types.
There were men from the hills—men whose homes
were spread over tremendous tracts of country;
men who had never seen one another before, now
brought into close contact; hill shepherds—curious
people, with gentle, sad faces, and sad-coloured
dresses of gray wool, with furs, and red untanned
leather boots.
After we had exhausted the Kashmiri groups
we went back to the Punjaub Camp. We spent
many days in this delightful place. There was
round his neck hung an orange ribbon decorated
with rubies and emeralds, as well as strings of
pearls, tightly wound; and two large and perfect
pearls adorned his ears. He was a soldier. There
were no others exactly like him. Some were
equally gorgeous; but they were all different in
get-up. A Kashmiri pundat was all white, with
silver slippers. The only touch of vivid colour
about him was his caste mark; that was of a
rich orange, and placed in the middle of his fore-
head. The umbrella-bearer, the gentleman who
was explaining things, informed us in a stage
whisper that the pundat washed the orange caste
mark off and painted it on again every morning.
This Kashmir group was especially interesting
because of the extraordinary variety of the types.
There were men from the hills—men whose homes
were spread over tremendous tracts of country;
men who had never seen one another before, now
brought into close contact; hill shepherds—curious
people, with gentle, sad faces, and sad-coloured
dresses of gray wool, with furs, and red untanned
leather boots.
After we had exhausted the Kashmiri groups
we went back to the Punjaub Camp. We spent
many days in this delightful place. There was