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procession of a ten-year-old bridegroom.

Nearly killed Sheik Mogul with the walk. "If you Honors
takes any more walking like that," he says, "I got dead!"

January 16th.

In the morning Rev. R. M. McIntosh drove me through the na-
tives villages and to the beautiful tomb of I'tamud-ud-daulah,
telling me much on the way of the life we saw. Saw a band of
dusty pilgrims returning from Benares with their holy water.

In afternoon went with a small party to Fateh-pur Sikri,
the now deserted fiat city of the great Akbar, and at night went
with Mrs. Ames and an English lady to see the Taj Mahal in
its supremest glory in the beautiful light of the Indian full
moon. Got some flowers as keepsakes from the Tomb.

January 17th.

Left Agra in early morning for Muttra. Fortunate there in
getting with Bishop McDowell of Chicago, on a visit to the
Methodist Mission schools, etc. The party took me in charge
as a guest of honor, and I had a most enjoyable day, seeing
something of the old Biblical-looking city -- as well as the
interesting work among the natives.

Reached Delhi about 9 p.m.

January 18th.

Sheik Mogul took me in charge, and we went through the Cashmere
Gate into the fort, saw the museum (including the footprint
of Mohammed in stone), the Mughal Palace, including the state-
ly Hall of Public Audience and the magnificently splendid
Hall of Private Audience and Private Apartments. Next visited
the Jama Nosque, the largest in India. Saw hair from Mohammed's
head, his sandal, and the Koran written by his son-in-law Ali