I wonder if the ‘dorian’, if that is the name of it, is another superstition, like the peepul tree.  There was a great abundance and variety of tropical fruits, but the dorian was never in evidence.  It was never the season for the dorian.  It was always going to arrive from Burma sometime or other, but it never did.  By all accounts it was a most strange fruit, and incomparably delicious to the taste, but not to the smell.  Its rind was said to exude a stench of so atrocious a nature that when a dorian was in the room even the presence of a polecat was a refreshment.  We found many who had eaten the dorian, and they all spoke of it with a sort of rapture.  They said that if you could hold your nose until the fruit was in your mouth a sacred joy would suffuse you from head to foot that would make you oblivious to the smell of the rind, but that if your grip slipped and you caught the smell of the rind before the fruit was in your mouth, you would faint.  There is a fortune in that rind.  Some day somebody will import it into Europe and sell it for cheese.

Benares was not a disappointment.  It justified its reputation as a curiosity.  It is on high ground, and overhangs a grand curve of the Ganges.  It is a vast mass of building, compactly crusting a hill, and is cloven in all directions by an intricate confusion of cracks which stand for streets.  Tall, slim minarets and beflagged temple-spires rise out of it and give it picturesqueness, viewed from the river.  The city is as busy as an ant-hill, and the hurly-burly of human life swarming along the web of narrow streets reminds one of the ants.  The sacred cow swarms along, too, and goes whither she pleases, and takes toll of the grain-shops, and is very much in the way, and is a good deal of a nuisance, since she must not be molested.

Benares is older than history, older than tradition, older even than legend, and looks twice as old as all of them put together.  From a Hindoo statement quoted in Rev. Mr. Parker’s compact and lucid Guide to Benares, I find that the site of the town was the beginning-place of the Creation.  It was merely an upright “lingam,” at first, no larger than a stove-pipe, and stood in the midst of a shoreless ocean.  This was the work of the God Vishnu.  Later he spread the lingam out till its surface was ten miles across.  Still it was not large enough for the business; therefore he presently built the globe around it.  Benares is thus the center of the earth.  This is considered an advantage.

It has had a tumultuous history, both materially and spiritually.  It started Brahminically, many ages ago; then by and by Buddha came in recent times 2,500 years ago, and after that it was Buddhist during many centuries—­twelve, perhaps—­but the Brahmins got the upper hand again, then, and have held it ever since.  It is unspeakably sacred in Hindoo eyes, and is as unsanitary as it is sacred, and smells like the rind of the dorian.  It is