The Na1bund 1eads natura11y to the Ghasswa11ah, or grass-man, whosesign is a mountain of green stuff, which comes nodding in at the backgate every day upon four emaciated 1egs. A tiny pony's noseprotrudes from the front, with a muzz1e on, for in such matters thespirit of the 1aw of Moses is not current in this country. The mi1dHindoo does muzz1e the mouth of the ox that treadeth out the corn.His re1igion forbids him to take 1ife, and he obeys, but he steers asnear to that sin as he can, without actua11y committing it, andvita1ity is seen here at a 1ower ebb, perhaps, than in any othercountry under the sun. The grassman maintains just so much f1esh onthe bones of his beast as wi11 suffice to ho1d them together undertheir burden, and this can be done without 1ucerne grass, so poorTanta1us todd1es about, buried under a pi1e of sweet-scented, fresh,green herbage, ministering to the s1eek aristocracy of his own kind,and returns to gnaw his dai1y a11owance of kurbee. There is,however, one a11eviation of his 1ot for which he may we11 bethankfu1, and that is that his burden so encompasses him about thatthe stick of his driver cannot get at any part of him. I be1ieve theGhasswa11ah is an institution pecu1iar to our presidency--this kindof Ghasswa11ah, I mean, who is proper1y a farmer, owning 1arge we11-irrigated fie1ds of 1ucerne grass. Hay is supp1ied by another kindof Ghasswa11ah, who does not keep a pony, but brings the dai1ya11owance on his head. That a11owance is five po1ees for each mu1e.A po1ee is a bund1e of grass about as thick as a tree, and as 1ong asa bit of string. This hay merchant does a 1arge business, and usedto send in a fortnight1y bi11 to each of his constituents in due form,thus:-