Just before reaching Lahore we passed through Amritsar, a city

which is famous for many things, and is the capital of the Sikhs,

a religious sect bound together by the ties of faith and race

and military discipline. They represent a Hindu heresy led by

a reformer named Nanak Shah, who was born at Lahore in 1469 and

preached a reformation against idolatry, caste, demon worship

and other doctrines of the Brahmins. His theories and sermons

are embraced in a volume known as the "Granth," the Sikh Bible,

which teaches the highest standard of morality, purity and courage,

and appeals especially to the nobler northern races of India. His

followers, who were known as Sikhs, were compelled to fight for

their faith, and for that reason were organized upon a military

basis. Their leaders were warlike men, and when the Mogul power

began to decay they struggled with the Afghans for supremacy in

northern India. They have ever since been renowned for their

fighting qualities; have always been loyal to British authority;

for fifty years have furnished bodyguards for the Viceroy of India,

the governors of Bombay, Bengal and other provinces, and so much

confidence is placed in their coolness, courage, honesty, judgment

and tact that they are employed as policemen in all the British

colonies of the East. You find them everywhere from Tien-Tsin to

the Red Sea. They are men of unusual stature, with fine heads

and faces, full beards, serious disposition and military airs.

They are the only professional fighters in the world. You seldom

find them in any other business, and their admirers declare that

no Sikh was ever convicted of cowardice or disloyalty.

Amritsar is their headquarters, their religious center and their

sacred city. Their temples are more like Protestant churches than

those of other oriental faiths. They have no idols or altars, but

meet once a week for prayer and praise. Their preacher reads passages

from the "Granth" and prays to their God, who may be reached through

the intercession of Nanak Shah, his prophet and their redeemer.

They sing hymns similar to those used in Protestant worship and

celebrate communion by partaking of wafers of unleavened bread.

Their congregations do not object to the presence of strangers,

but usually invite them to participate in the worship.

The great attraction of Amritsar is "The Golden Temple" of the

Sikhs which stands in the middle of a lake known as "The Pool of

Immortality." It is not a large building, being only fifty-three

feet square, but is very beautiful and the entire exterior is

covered with plates of gold. In the treasury is the original

copy of the "Granth" and a large number of valuable jewels which

have been collected for several centuries. Among them is one

of the most valuable strings of pearls ever collected.

The Punjab is a province of northern India directly south of

Cashmere, east of Afghanistan and west of Thibet. It is one of

the most enterprising, progressive and prosperous provinces,

and, being situated in the temperate zone, the character of the

inhabitants partakes of the climate. There is a great difference,

morally, physically and intellectually, between people who live

in the tropics and those who live in the temperate zone. This

rule applies to all the world, and nowhere more than in India.

Punjab means "five rivers," and is formed of the Hindu words

"punj ab." The country is watered by the Sutlej, the Beas, the

Rabi, the Chenab and the Jhelum rivers, five great streams, which

flow into the Indus, and thence to the Arabian Sea. Speaking

generally, the Punjab is a vast plain of alluvial formation,

and the eastern half of it is very fertile. The western part

requires irrigation, the rainfall being only a few inches a year,

but there is always plenty of water for irrigation in the rivers.

They are fed by the melting snows in the Himalayas.

The City of Lahore, the capital of the Punjab, is a stirring,

modern town, a railway center, with extensive workshops employing

several thousand men, and early in the nineteenth century, under

the administration of Ranjit Singh, one of the greatest of the

maharajas, it acquired great commercial importance, but the buildings

he erected are cheap and tawdry beside the exquisite architectural

monuments of Akbar, Shah Jeban and other Moguls. The population

of Punjab province by the census of 1901 is 20,330,339, and the

Mohammedans are in the majority, having 10,825,698 of the

inhabitants. The Sikhs are a very important class and number

1,517,019. There are only 2,200,000 Sikhs in all India, and those

who do not live in this province are serving as soldiers elsewhere.

The population of Lahore is 202,000, an increase of 26,000 during

the last ten years.

When you come into a Mohammedan country you always find tiles.

Somehow or another they are associated with Islam. The Moors

were the best tilemakers that ever lived, and gave that art to

Spain. In Morocco today the best modern tiles are found. The

tiles of Constantinople, Damascus, Smyrna, Jerusalem and other

cities of Syria and the Ottoman Empire are superior to any you

can find outside of Morocco; and throughout Bokhara, Turkestan,

Afghanistan and the other Moslem countries of Asia tilemaking has

been practiced for ages. In their invasion of India the Afghans

and Tartars brought it with them, and, although the art did not

remain permanently so far beyond the border as Delhi, you find

it there, in the rest of the Punjab and wherever Mohammedans

are in the majority.

Lahore is an ancient city and has many interesting old buildings.

The city itself lies upon the ruins of several predecessors which

were destroyed by invaders during the last twelve or fifteen

centuries. There are some fine old mosques and an ancient palace

or two, but compared with other Indian capitals it lacks interest.

The most beautiful and attractive of all its buildings is the

tomb of Anar Kali (which means pomegranate blossom), a lady of

the Emperor Akbar's harem, who became the sweetheart of Selim,

his son. She was buried alive by order of the jealous father

and husband for committing an unpardonable offense, and when

Selim became the Emperor Jehanjir he erected this wonderful tomb

to her memory. It is of white marble, and the carvings and mosaic

work are very fine. In striking contrast with it is a vulgar,

fantastic temple covered inside and out with convex mirrors.

In the center of the rotunda, upon a raised platform is carved

a lotus flower, and around it are eleven similar platforms of

smaller size. The guides tell you that upon these platforms the

body of Ranjit Singh, the greatest of the maharajas, was burned

in 1839, and his eleven wives were burned alive upon the platforms

around him.

The Emperor Jehanjir is buried in a magnificent mausoleum in the

center of a walled garden on the bank of the river five miles

from Lahore, but his tomb does not compare in beauty or splendor

with those at Agra and Delhi. There is a garden called "The Abode

of Love," about six miles out of town, where everybody drives

in the afternoon. It was laid out by the Mogul Shah Jehan in

1637 for a recreation ground for himself and his sultanas when

he visited this part of the empire, and includes about eighty

acres of flowers and foliage plants.

Modern Lahore is much more interesting than the ancient city.

The European quarter covers a large area. The principal street

is three miles long, shaded with splendid trees, and on each

side of it are the public offices, churches, schools, hotels,

clubs and the residences of rich people, which are nearly all

commodious bungalows surrounded by groves and gardens. The native

city is a busy bazaar, densely packed with gayly dressed types

of all the races of Asia, and is full of dust, filth and smells.

But the people are interesting and the colors are gay. It is

sometimes almost impossible to pass through the crowds that fill

the native streets, and whoever enters there must expect to be

jostled sometimes by ugly-looking persons.

The fort is the center of activity. The ancient citadel has been

adapted to modern uses and conveniences at the expense of its

former splendor. The palaces and mosques, the baths and halls

of audience of the Moguls have been converted into barracks,

arsenals and storerooms, and their decorations have been covered

with whitewash. The only object of interest that has been left is

an armory containing a fine collection of ancient Indian weapons.

But, although the city has lost its medieval picturesqueness, it has

gained in utility, and has become the most important educational

and industrial center of northern India. The university and its

numerous affiliated schools, the law college, the college of

oriental languages and the manual training school are all well

attended and important, and the school of art and industry enjoys

the reputation of being the most useful and the best-managed

institution of the kind in the East, probably in all Asia, which

is due to the zeal and ability of J. L. Kipling, father of Rudyard

Kipling, who has spent the greater part of his life in making it

what it is. He was also the founder of the museum or "Wonder-House,"

as the natives call it. It has the finest collection of Indian

arts and industries in existence except that in South Kensington

Museum, which Mr. Kipling also collected and installed. It was

under the carriage of one of the great old-fashioned cannon that

stand in front of this museum that "Kim" first encountered the

aged Llama, and Kipling's father is the wise man who kept the

"Wonder-House" and gave the weary pilgrim the knowledge and

encouragement that sustained him in his search for The Way.

[Illustration: "KIM," THE CHELA, AND THE OLD LAMA WHO SOUGHT THE

WAY AND THE TRUST AND THE LIGHT]

Rudyard Kipling was born in Bombay, where his father was principal

of an art school, and was brought to Lahore when he was a child,

so that he spent most of his younger life there. He was educated

at the Lahore schools and university; he served for several years

as a reporter of the Lahore newspaper, and there he wrote most

of his short stories. "The Plain Tales From the Hills" and the

best of his "Barrack-Room Ballads" were inspired by his youthful

association with the large military garrison at this point. Here

Danny Deever was hanged for killing a comrade in a drunken passion,

and here Private Mulvaney developed his profound philosophy.

Lahore is the principal Protestant missionary center of northern

India. The American Presbyterians are the oldest in point of

time and the strongest in point of numbers. They came in 1849,

and some of the pioneers are still living. They have schools and

colleges, a theological seminary and other institutions, with

altogether five or six thousand students, and are turning out

battalions of native preachers and teachers for missionary work in

other parts of India. The American Methodists are also strong and

there are several schools maintained by British societies. Fifty

years ago there was not a native Christian in all these parts,

and the missionaries had to coax children into their schools by

offering inducements in the form of food and clothing. Now by

the recent census there are 65,811 professing Christians in the

Punjab province, and the schools and native churches are nearly

all self-supporting.

Lahore is an important market for native merchandise, and the

distributing point for imported European goods as well as the

native products, while Amritsar, the neighboring city, is the

manufacturing center. Here come Cashmeris, Nepalese, Beluchis,

Afghans, Persians, Bokharans, Khivans, Khokandes, Turcomans,

Yarkandis, Cashgaris, Thibetans, Tartars, Ghurkhars, and other

strange types of the human race in Asia, each wearing his native

dress and bringing upon caravans of camels and elephants the

handiwork of his neighbors. The great merchants of London, Paris,

Vienna, New York and Chicago have buyers there picking up curious

articles of native handiwork as well as staples like shawls from

Cashmere and rugs and carpets from Amritsar. The finest carpets

in India are produced at Amristar, and between 4,000 and 5,000

people are engaged in their manufacture. These operators are not

collected in factories as with us, but work in their own homes.

The looms are usually set up in the doorways, through which the

only light can enter the houses, and as you pass up and down the

streets you see women and men, even children, at work at the looms,

for every member of the family takes a turn. As in China, Japan

and other oriental countries, arts and industries are hereditary.

Children always follow the trades of their parents, and all work

is done in the households. The weavers of Amritsar to-day are

making carpets and shawls upon the same looms that were used

by their great-grand fathers--yes, their progenitors ten and

twenty generations back--and are weaving the same patterns, and

it is to be regretted that modern chemical dyes made in Paris, the

United States and Germany are taking the place of the primitive

native methods which produced richer and permanent colors.

The trade is handled by middlemen, who furnish materials to the

weavers and pay them so much for their labor upon each piece.

The average earnings seem to us ridiculously small. An entire

family does not receive more than $3 or $4 a month while engaged

in producing shawls that are sold in London and Paris for hundreds

of pounds and rugs that bring hundreds of dollars, but it costs

them little to live; their wants are few, they have never known any

better circumstances and are perfectly contented. The middleman,

who is usually a Persian Jew, makes the big profit.

Winter is not a good time for visiting northern India. The weather

is too cold and stormy. The roads are frequently obstructed by

snow, and the hotels are not built to keep people up to American

temperature. We could not go to Cashmere at all, although it is

one of the most interesting provinces of the empire, because

the roads were blocked and blizzards were lurking about. There

is almost universal misapprehension about the weather in India.

It is certainly a winter country; it is almost impossible for

unacclimated people to live in most of the provinces between

March and November, and no one can visit some of them without

discomfort from the heat at any season of the year. At the same

time Cashmere and the Punjab province are comfortable no later

than October and no earlier than May, for, although the sun is

bright and warm, the nights are intensely cold, and the extremes

are trying to strangers who are not accustomed to them. You will

often hear people who have traveled all over the world say that

they never suffered so much from the cold as in India, and it

is safe to believe them. The same degree of cold seems colder

there than elsewhere, because the mercury falls so rapidly after

the sun goes down. However, India is so vast, and the climate

and the elevations are so varied, that you can spend the entire

year there without discomfort if you migrate with the birds and

follow the barometer. There are plenty of places to see and to

stay in the summer as well as in the winter.

We arrived in Bombay on the 12th of December, which was at least

a month too late. It would have been better for us to have come

the middle of October and gone immediately north into the Punjab

province and Cashmere, where we would have been comfortable. But

during the entire winter we were not uncomfortably warm anywhere,

and even in Bombay, which is considered one of the hottest places

in the world, and during the rainy season is almost intolerable,

we slept under blankets every night and carried sun umbrellas in

the daytime. At Jeypore, Agra, Delhi and other places the nights

were as cold as they ever are at Washington, double blankets were

necessary on our beds, and ordinary overcoats when we went out

of doors after dark. Sometimes it was colder inside the house

than outside, and in several of the hotels we had to put on our

overcoats and wrap our legs up in steamer rugs to keep from

shivering. At the same time the rays of the sun from 11 to 3

or 4 in the afternoon were intensely hot, and often seriously

affect persons not acclimated. If we ever go to India again we

will arrange to arrive in October and do the northern provinces

before the cold weather sets in.

It's a pity we could not go to Cashmere, because everybody told

us it is such an interesting place and so different from other

parts of India and the rest of the world. It is a land of romance,

poetry and strange pictures. Lalla Rookh and other fascinating

houris, with large brown eyes, pearly teeth, raven tresses and ruby

lips, have lived there; it is the home of the Cashmere bouquet,

and the Vale of Cashmere is an enchanted land. Average Americans

know mighty little about these strange countries, and it takes

time to realize that they actually exist; but we find our fellow

citizens everywhere we go. They outnumber the tourists from all

other nations combined.

I notice that the official reports of the Indian government give

the name as "Kashmir," and, like every other place over here,

it is spelled a dozen different ways, but I shall stick to the

old-fashioned spelling. It you want to know something about it,

Cashmere has an area of 81,000 square miles, a population of

2,905,578 by the census of 1901, and is governed by a maharaja

with the advice of a British "resident," who is the medium of

communication between the viceroy and the local officials. The

maharaja is allowed to do about as he pleases as long as he behaves

himself, and is said to be a fairly good man.

The people are peaceful and prosperous; politics is very quiet;

taxes are low; there is no debt, and a surplus of more than

$3,000,000 in the treasury, which is an unusual state of affairs

for a native Indian province. The exports have increased from

$1,990,000 in 1892 to $4,465,000 in 1902, and the imports from

$2,190,000 in 1892 to $4,120,000 in 1902. The country has its

own coinage and is on a gold basis. The manufacturing industries

are rapidly developing, although the lack of demand for Cashmere

shawls has been a severe blow to local weavers, who, however,

have turned their attention to carpets and rugs instead. Wool

is the great staple, and from time immemorial the weavers of

Cashmere have turned out the finest woolen fabrics in the world.

They have suffered much from the competition of machine-made

goods during the last half-century or more, and have been growing

careless because they cannot get the prices that used to be paid

for the finest products. In ancient times the making of woolen

garments was considered just as much of an art in Cashmere as

painting or sculpture in France and Germany, porcelain work in

China or cloisonne work in Japan, and no matter how long a weaver

was engaged upon a garment, he was sure to find somebody with

sufficient taste and money to buy it. But nowadays, like everybody

else who is chasing the nimble shilling, the Cashmere weavers are

more solicitous about their profits than about their patterns

and the fine quality of their goods. The lapse of the shawl trade

has caused the government to encourage the introduction of the

silk industry. A British expert has been engaged as director of

sericulture, seedlings of the mulberry tree are furnished to

villagers and farmers free of cost, and all cocoons are purchased

by the state at good prices. The government has silk factories

employing between 6,000 and 7,000 persons under the instruction

of French and Swiss weavers.

XX

FAMINES AND THEIR ANTIDOTES

Famine is chronic in India. It has occurred at intervals for

centuries past, as long as records have been kept, as long as

man remembers, and undoubtedly will recur for centuries to come,

although the authorities who are responsible for the well-being

of the empire are gradually organizing to counteract forces of

nature which they cannot control, by increasing the food supply

and providing means for its distribution. But there must be hunger

and starvation in India so long as the population remains as dense

as it is. The reason is not because the earth refuses to support

so many people. There is yet a vast area of fertile land untilled,

and the fields already cultivated would furnish food enough for

a larger population when normal conditions prevail, although

there's but a bare half acre per capita. There is always enough

somewhere in India for everybody even in times of sorest distress,

but it is not distributed equally, and those who are short have

no money to buy and bring from those who have a surplus. The

export of grain and other products from India continues regularly

in the lean as well as the fat years, but the country is so large,

the distances so great, the facilities for transportation so

inadequate, that one province may be exporting food to Europe

because it has to spare, while another province may be receiving

ships loaded with charity from America because its crops have

failed and its people are hungry.

The health and happiness of three hundred million human souls in

India and also of their cattle, their oxen, their sheep, their

donkeys, their camels and their elephants are dependent upon

certain natural phenomena over which neither rajah nor maharaja,

nor viceroy, nor emperor, nor council of state has control, and

before which even the great Mogul on his bejeweled throne stood

powerless. It is possible to ameliorate the consequences, but

it is not possible to prevent them.

Whether the crops shall be fat or lean, whether the people and

the cattle shall be fed or hungry, depends upon the "monsoons,"

as they are called, alternating currents of wind, which bring

rain in its season. All animal and vegetable life is dependent

upon them. In the early summer the broad plains are heated by

the sun to a temperature higher than that of the water of the

great seas which surround them. In parts of northern India, around

Delhi and Agra, the temperature in May and June is higher than

in any other part of the empire, and is exceeded in few other

parts of the world. This phenomenon remains unexplained. The

elevation is about 2,100 feet above the sea; the atmosphere is

dry and the soil is sandy. But for some reason the rays of the

sun are intensely hot and are fatal to those who are exposed

to them without sufficient protection. But this extreme heat

is the salvation of the country, and by its own action brings

the relief without which all animal and vegetable life would

perish. It draws from the ocean a current of wind laden with

moisture which blows steadily for two months toward the northwest

and causes what is called the rainy season. That wind is called

the southwest monsoon. The quantity of rain that falls depends

upon the configuration of the land. Any cause which cools the

winds from the sea and leads to the condensation of the vapor

they carry--any obstacle which blocks their course--causes

precipitation. Through all the northern part of India there is a

heavy rainfall during April, May and June, the earth is refreshed

and quantities of water are drained into reservoirs called "tanks,"

from which the fields are irrigated later in the summer.

The quantity of rainfall diminishes as the winds blow over the

foothills and the mountains, and the enormous heights of the

Himalayas prevent them from passing their snow-clad peaks and

ridges. Hence the tablelands of Thibet, which lie beyond, are

the dryest and the most arid region in the world.

As the sun travels south after midsummer the temperature falls,

the vast dry tract of the Asiatic continent becomes colder, the

barometric pressure over the land increases, and the winds begin

to blow from the northeast, which are called the northeast monsoon,

and cause a second rainy season from October to December. These

winds, or monsoons, enable the farmers of India to grow two crops,

and they are entirely dependent upon their regular appearance.

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