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But to dimly portray the actual scene it is necessary to ood the great city of London in a burning, dazzling Indian sun and to con ne your gaze to the one long street. For here upon your right stands the Tiger Fort perched on the red summit of a spur of the Aravili hills; on the le the quaint fortress crowned by the Temple of Ganesh — the elephant god; looking over your right shoulder, from the rest-house a little farther down, you catch a glimpse of Amber Fort on a more distant ridge of the Aravilis; while behind lies the Pass itself, two wild and rocky cli s — abode of monkeys and Hindu priests — streaked by a zigzag road leading down to holy tanks, temples and the plains beyond.