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THE FATAL MARRIAGE.
a tale of rajpoot ana.
The setting sun cast its level beams on the wild and
romantic track that led from Cheetore to Pathar—that ele-
vated table-land, which is still famous as being once the seat
of the celebrated Chieftain Alloo Hara of Bumaoda. Hun-
dreds of tall bananas flung their verdant arms over this
track, and formed a sort of vista, which afforded considerable
protection to travellers from the scorching heat of the sun.
It was through this avenue that a solitary Brahmin was seen
leisurely pursuing his course. In his left hand he held a rude
chatta made of palm leaves, and in his other hand he carried
a cocoanut strangely daubed with vermilion, on which, as he
proceeded, he cast his eyes from time to time. From his
general appearance he seemed so dejected and crest-fallen,
that it was evident his heart was not quite at ease. On a
sudden was heard the shrill tone of the sacred conch, and the
Brahmin, as if awaked from a reverie, looked on all sides with
an enquiring gaze : he could not for sometime see anything.
At length a cavalcade came to view in that part where the
road took a turn. The Brahmin immediately stood on one
side , of the road, in order to allow sufficient space for the
horsemen to pass. The party was headed by a young man,
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THE FATAL MARRIAGE.
a tale of rajpoot ana.
The setting sun cast its level beams on the wild and
romantic track that led from Cheetore to Pathar—that ele-
vated table-land, which is still famous as being once the seat
of the celebrated Chieftain Alloo Hara of Bumaoda. Hun-
dreds of tall bananas flung their verdant arms over this
track, and formed a sort of vista, which afforded considerable
protection to travellers from the scorching heat of the sun.
It was through this avenue that a solitary Brahmin was seen
leisurely pursuing his course. In his left hand he held a rude
chatta made of palm leaves, and in his other hand he carried
a cocoanut strangely daubed with vermilion, on which, as he
proceeded, he cast his eyes from time to time. From his
general appearance he seemed so dejected and crest-fallen,
that it was evident his heart was not quite at ease. On a
sudden was heard the shrill tone of the sacred conch, and the
Brahmin, as if awaked from a reverie, looked on all sides with
an enquiring gaze : he could not for sometime see anything.
At length a cavalcade came to view in that part where the
road took a turn. The Brahmin immediately stood on one
side , of the road, in order to allow sufficient space for the
horsemen to pass. The party was headed by a young man,
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