The cold, gray, fog-shrouded waters of the Grand Banks of Newfoundland, alive with cod fishing schooners battling the North Atlantic winds.
The deep and silent jungle of Central India near the Waingunga river, where the wolf pack ran beneath the moonlight of the Seoni hills.
The Lahore museum stood at the crossroads of the great city, where the endless stream of humanity flowed down the ancient Grand Trunk Road toward the heart of India.
First to Kashi [Benares]: where else? There I shall meet one of the pure faith in a Jain temple of that city.
About this time Colonel Creighton at Simla was advised from Lucknow by wire that young O’Hara had disappeared.
…the gun Zam Zammah on her brick platform opposite the old Ajaib-Gher—the Wonder House, as the natives call the Lahore Museum.
The rugged, snow-capped peaks of the Hindu Kush and the hidden valleys of Kafiristan, untouched by modern empires.
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