The village of Karly lies between Woodgown and Kundalla; it is famous on account of its temples, which are about two miles distant.  I did not visit them, because I was assured that they were not half so interesting as those at Adjunta and Elora.

Kundalla lies upon a mountain plateau.  There are several pretty country-houses here, to which many European families, from the neighbourhood of Bombay, resort during the hot weather.

In the Deccan, and the province of Bombay, I found the natives were less handsome than in Bengal and Hindostan; their features were much coarser, and not so open and amiable.

For several days we have again met very large trains of oxen, some of the drivers of which had their families with them.  The females of these people were very ragged and dirty, and at the same time loaded with finery.  The whole body was covered with coloured woollen borderings and fringes, the arms with bracelets of metal, bone, and glass beads; even to the ears large woollen tassels were hung, in addition to the usual ornaments, and the feet were loaded with heavy rings and chains.  Thus bedecked, the beauties sat on the backs of the oxen, or walked by the side of the animals.

17th March.  Since the attack of the negroes in Brazil, I had not been in such a fright as I was today.  My driver had appeared to me, during the whole journey, somewhat odd in his manner, or rather foolish:  sometimes abusing his oxen, sometimes caressing them, shouting to the passers-by, or turning round and staring at me for some minutes together.  However, as I had a servant with me who always walked by the baili, I paid little attention to him.  But this morning my servant had gone on, without my consent, to the next station, and I found myself alone with this foolish driver, and on a rather secluded road.  After some time he got down from the waggon, and went close behind it.  The bailis are only covered over at the sides with straw matting, and are open at the front and back; I could therefore observe what he was doing, but I would not turn round, as I did not wish to make him think that I suspected him.  I, however, moved my head gradually on one side to enable me to watch his proceedings.  He soon came in front again, and, to my terror, took from the waggon the hatchet which every driver carries with him, and again retired behind.  I now thought nothing less than that he had evil intentions, but I could not fly from him, and dare not, of course, evince any fear.  I very gently and unobserved drew my mantle towards me, rolled it together, so that I might, at least, protect my head with it, in case he made a blow at me with the hatchet.

He kept me for some time in this painful state of suspense, then seated himself on his place and stared at me, got down again, and repeated the same proceedings several times.  It was not until after a long hour that he laid the hatchet on one side, remained sitting on the waggon, and contented himself with gaping vacantly at me every now and then.  At the end of a second hour we reached the station where my servant was, and I did not allow him to leave my side again.