In many books, and, for instance, in Zimmerman’s “Pocket-Book of Travels,” I read under this head that the poppy plants reached a height of forty feet in India and Persia, and that the capsules were as large as a child’s head, and held nearly a quart of seeds.  This is not correct.  I saw the finest plantations in India, and afterwards also in Persia, but found that the plants were never more than three, and, at the most, four feet high, and the capsule about as large round as a small hen’s egg.

8th February.  Madopoor, a wretched village at the foot of some low mountains.  Today also we passed through terrible ravines and chasms, which like those of yesterday, were not near the mountains, but in the middle of the plains.  The sight of some palms was, on the contrary, agreeable, the first I had seen since I left Benares; however, they bore no fruit.  I was still more surprised to see, in a place so destitute of trees and shrubs, tamarind, and banyan or mango trees planted singly, which, cultivated with great care, flourish with incomparable splendour and luxuriance.  Their value is doubled when it is known that under each there is either a well or a cistern.

9th February.  Indergur, a small, unimportant town.  We approached today very much nearer to the low mountains which we had already seen yesterday.  We soon found ourselves in narrow valleys, whose outlets appeared to be closed with high, rocky wells.  Upon some of the higher mountain peaks stood little kiosks, dedicated to the memory of the Suttis.  The Suttis are those women who are burnt with the corpse of their husbands.  According to the statement of the Hindoos, they are not compelled to do so, but their relations insult and neglect them when they do not, and they are driven out of society; consequently the poor women generally give their free consent.  Upon the occasion, they are handsomely dressed and ornamented, and frequently stupefied with opium almost to madness; are led with music and singing to the place where the corpse of the husband, wrapped in white muslin, lies upon the funeral pile.  At the moment that the victim throws herself upon the corpse, the wood is lighted on all sides.  At the same time, a deafening noise is commenced with musical instruments, and every one begins to shout and sing, in order to smother the howling of the poor woman.  After the burning, the bones are collected, placed in an urn, and interred upon some eminence under a small monument.  Only the wives (and of these only the principal or favourite ones) of the wealthy or noble have the happiness to be burnt!  Since the conquest of Hindostan by the English, these horrible scenes are not permitted to take place.

The mountain scenery alternated with open plains, and towards evening we came to still more beautiful mountains.  A small fortress, which was situated upon the slope of a mountain, quite exposed, presented a very interesting appearance; the mosques, barracks, little gardens, etc., could be entirely overlooked.  At the foot of this fortress lay our night-quarters.