the name of Sakala, a river of the name of Apaga, and a clan of the Vahikas known by the name of the Jarttikas.  The practices of these people are very censurable.  They drink the liquor called Gauda, and eat fried barley with it.  They also eat beef with garlic.  They also eat cakes of flour mixed with meat, and boiled rice that is bought from others.  Of righteous practices they have none.  Their women, intoxicated with drink and divested of robes, laugh and dance outside the walls of the houses in cities, without garlands and unguents, singing while drunk obscene songs of diverse kinds that are as musical as the bray of the ass or the bleat of the camel.  In intercourse they are absolutely without any restraint, and in all other matters they act as they like.  Maddened with drink, they call upon one another, using many endearing epithets.  Addressing many drunken exclamations to their husbands and lords, the fallen women among the Vahikas, without observing restrictions even on sacred days, give themselves up to dancing.  One of those wicked Vahikas,—­one that is, that lived amongst those arrogant women,—­who happened to live for some days in Kurujangala, burst out with cheerless heart, saying, “Alas, that (Vahika) maiden of large proportions, dressed in thin blankets, is thinking of me,—­her Vahika lover—­that is now passing his days in Kurujangala, at the hour of her going to bed.”  Crossing the Sutlej and the delightful Iravati, and arriving at my own country, when shall I cast my eyes upon those beautiful women with thick frontal bones, with blazing circlets of red arsenic on their foreheads, with streaks of jet black collyrium on their eyes, and their beautiful forms attired in blankets and skins and themselves uttering shrill cries!  When shall I be happy, in the company of those intoxicated ladies amid the music of drums and kettle-drums and conchs sweet as the cries of asses and camels and mules!  When shall I be amongst those ladies eating cakes of flour and meat and balls of pounded barley mixed with skimmed milk, in the forests, having many pleasant paths of Sami and Pilu and Karira!  When shall I, amid my own countrymen, mustering in strength on the high-roads, fall upon passengers, and snatching their robes and attires beat them repeatedly!  What man is there that would willingly dwell, even for a moment amongst the Vahikas that are so fallen and wicked, and so depraved in their practises?’ Even thus did that brahmana describe the Vahikas of base behaviour, a sixth of whose merits and demerits is thine, O Shalya.  Having said this, that pious brahmana began once more to say what I am about to repeat respecting the wicked Vahikas.  Listen to what I say, ’In the large and populous town of Sakala, a Rakshasa woman used to sing on every fourteenth day of the dark fortnight, in accompaniment with a drum, “When shall I next sing the songs of the Vahikas in this Sakala town, having gorged myself with beef and drunk the Gauda liquor?  When