Unmritsar, We have been annoyed. Long before reaching the lan' of innumerable gods, when ploughing the sands, and monning the absence of ronds, and kicking every boulder in excess of nasty temper, us though they, poor unoffending but obstructing bumps of rock were to blame, we ourselves with the thought, ' Ah, wait till et to India; there shall we tind good. ronds there are the finest: ords in the world.
'At Kuruchee people said, Of course, the roads are magnificent; but not just here. You strike a pukker road at Hyder ba!." At Hyderabad it was, "Dear me, no, bu': from ker; yes, from Sakker it _s ko x blind table." That's nonsense," said Sukker Inter on, the are bits here and there, but—but Anyway just wait till you teach Behaw: pur; there the Grand Trunk road runs right to Lahore."
Did it? Not a mors was nm cyclists' was to provide us with the one thing prayed for, Once there was a flicker of hope, bur only a wobbling, undecided flicker. At Montgomery you reach the Grand Trunk," said all Multan. "At ind it runs right across the railway said all Montgomery. Oh, you must go on to Meeanmeer,", said all Rai-wand. Patience ceased t" be a virtue.
We rundled the' rail line till we were sick of it. Wayside signillers, uncertain whether we were a new kind of locomotive or not, waved a r-d tiny, then trifled with the gree, and ultimately fluttered the dirty white.' Being treated like n goods train ruffled us. There is dazzling red shirt in- our kit. That was our revenge. Goods, passenger, and mail trains could see the red shirt: before they saw thecyclist. The whistle shrieked and splutter'!, and the brake applied. "That's it, vive the poor engine a rest," we sic Fecks craned from the windows, and pic were gambled whether we or the mail would reach the next station first. We are truthful chroniclers, and therefore let us cent-s that the mail usually won. Tf, however, the' secret history of the I dian North-Western Railway ever comes to be written, there will b+ an. account of mail traits delayed at some stations, five and ten minutes, to. show the passengers to peep at three wild wheelman, who came
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