return to cantonments, a distance of four miles, was
rather singular, not to be recommended except on an
emergency: the carriages seemed to have decreased
in proportion as the number of guests had multiplied,
and in some unaccountable manner many of us were left
to accomplish our return as best we could. It
was in vain that we attempted to persuade the seven
occupants of a buggy to receive us among them—we
met with a stern refusal. It was useless to
supplicate a number of rich Baboos, on a handsome
elephant, to help us in our difficulties; the rich
Baboos laughed, and told us we might get up behind,
if we liked. And so all that brilliant throng
went whirling back to cantonments, and we were left
disconsolately standing in the court-yard, with the
probability of having to trudge home. This was
not to be thought of for a moment, and we had just
arrived at a pitch of desperation when a handsome carriage,
with the blinds all up, and drawn by a pair of high-stepping
horses, came rattling toward us. Not a moment
was to be lost; we rushed frantically forward and
ordered an immediate halt. In vain did the venerable
coachman and determined-looking servant intimate to
us that the carriage was his Majesty’s; his
Majesty, we assured them, was still carousing in his
palace: so, depositing them both in the interior,
without loss of time we mounted the box, and a moment
after the high-stepping horses were dashing along
the road to cantonments in brilliant style. We
looked contemptuously down into the buggy, still clung
to by its seven occupants, and galloped at a startling
pace past the jocose Baboos, very much to the annoyance
of their sedate elephant. On arriving at the
cantonments we liberated his Majesty’s domestics,
and, ordering them to be careful how they heated his
high-caste Arabs on their way back, we adjourned to
a repast, to which the King’s dinner had not
incapacitated us from doing ample justice.
CHAPTER XVII.
A Lucknow Derby-day—Sights of the city—Grand
Trunk Road to Delhi—Delhi—The
Coutub—Agra—The fort and Taj—The
ruins of Futtehpore Secreh—A loquacious
cicerone—A visit to the fort of Gwalior—The
Mahratta Durbar—Tiger-shooting on foot.
On the following morning, in spite of all this dissipation,
we, as well as the greater part of the population
of Lucknow, were perfectly ready to go to the races,
which took place at an early hour. After seeing
the first race, which was a well-contested one, and
in which the natives seemed to take particular interest,
I went towards the town, and was amused on the way
by comparing the various conveyances used at Lucknow
with those that may be seen on the road to Epsom on
the Derby-day.