The Journal of Mrs. Fenton; A Narrative of Her Life in India, the Isle of France [Mauritius], and Tasmania During the Years of 1826-1830

The Journal of Mrs. Fenton; A Narrative of Her Life in India, the Isle of France [Mauritius], and Tasmania During the Years of 1826-1830

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ...violence we found it impossible to venture down lower; indeed I felt so much better I began to hope no other change might be necessary. Every evening we went on shore for a little variety, but in truth there is not much to vary an Indian landscape and it loses much of its interest because it is impossible to identify yourself in any way with the inhabitants; you must not even pollute their threshold by passing over it, and if they give you a drink of water they must break the dish or cup which held it. I cannot say if it is the weariness of my own heart pursuing me, but when I am out, the burning sand or parched earth beneath my feet dispels every illusion of fancy or imagination. The palm trees no longer offer an inviting shade; I am weary of the self-created forest of the banyan; we sit for hours on the banks of the river because I hope the cool air may be beneficial, but it is all in vain; I cannot restore the healthy spring of my soul. Oh! what can freshen the wasted fountain of the heart's hope and pleasures? One evening the Nor'west gale blew so heavily, I felt sick with the motion, and we left the pinnace and took refuge for the night at the little inn of Fulta, where boats going to Calcutta frequently stop. What a wretched place it was; there was scarcely anything to eat, and with respect to accommodation I could not get a basin of water to wash my hands at night; a wretched night we spent, almost devoured by insects and stung with mosquitoes; so in the morning, in defiance of the storm, we resolved to return to the water, and met my bearer coming on shore to detail the disasters of the night. We found almost everything upset, glasses, basins, bottles broken, all the pretty little appendages of a lady's dressing-table destroyed. After all...
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  • Paperback | 114 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 218g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236661885
  • 9781236661883