They found
an abundance of temples on the shores of the sacred stream, and a beautiful
_ghat_ or staircase to the water, which excited their admiration.
"We are now going to Lucknow this afternoon; but it is only forty-five
miles," said Sir Modava. "If you prefer to do so, we can return to
Cawnpore, and go down the river on one of those fine steamers to Calcutta,
a thousand miles from here by the river."
"Or you could go to Benares, our next stopping-place on the river,"
suggested the viscount.
But it would take too much time, and Captain Ringgold objected; for he had
already marked Allahabad out of the route. Early in the afternoon the
tourists were again seated in the conference carriage. The station at
Cawnpore excited their attention, for it is five hundred and sixty feet
long. A bridge of boats sixteen hundred yards in length was an affair not
seen in their own country.
"We are now in the province of Oude, a word of various orthography," said
Lord Tremlyn, after they lost sight of the city from which they started.
"Oude!" exclaimed Miss Blanche. "Where did I see that name?"
"In Paris," replied Louis. "We saw the tomb of the Queen of Oude in
Pere-la-Chaise."
"I will tell you about her presently," continued Lord Tremlyn. "There was a
great deal of corruption in the government of the kingdom under the native
king.
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