From Delhi Mr. Taylor travelled northward⁴ through a country well subjugated⁵, which, under English direction, was made fertile and safe for travellers. His way lay toward the sunnier resort of the invalids⁶ and wealthy Europeans, which lay far up in the Himalaya Mountains, where the snow never melted and where the hot, miasmatic⁷ winds of the plains cannot follow the fugitive⁸. At Roorkee, while lying in his palanquin, he caught his first glimpse of the Himalayas, and felt that crushing sense of awful sublimity⁹ which fills the soul of every new spectator. Towers that the arch of heaven seems to rest upon, white and gleaming as the purest pearl, rise one behind the other, until the farthest are lost in the haze¹⁰ of intervening space. Titanic¹¹ pillars of snow, so grand, so mighty¹², so expressive¹³ of the most gigantic forces known or imagined by man, how can language convey their immensity? It is useless to attempt it. For you may talk, and talk, of mountains and the glorious[222] sunsets that

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