There is nothing of the sort at Ootacamund.

I have not, during the last six weeks, witnessed a single circumstance from which you would have inferred that this was a heathen country.

The bulk of the natives here are a colony from the plains below, who have come up hither to wait on the European visitors, and who seem to trouble themselves very little about caste or religion.

The Todas, the aboriginal population of these hills, are a very curious race.

They had a grand funeral a little while ago.