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...thing not miserable about it being to its name. We took a carriage immediately and a boy who thought he could speak English, but couldn't as a guide. We visited our first Jain temple, where we took off our [illegible] and put on others. It was very pretty and different from anything we had seen. Marks of a red hand were all over the route and we were told that these marks were made by a holy man and we judged it was imitation of blood. The Jains are a sect of the Hindoos and are even more considerate than the Hindoos. All over the city are curious little erections, looking like bird houses. They are feeding places for the birds and are kept by the Jains. We then visited the river where from our view point on a bridge we saw hundreds of men and women washing on the stones...