ABSTRACT
Once more Bombay. e last of close upon, if not exceeding, ve thousand miles of railroad has been cast behind me; and my nal, temporary, resting-place is the Taj Mahal Hotel, overlooking the famous Apollo Bundar. And a er journeying from Bombay to Peshawar, from the Khyber to Benares, from Umballa to Simla, I can only reiterate my primary opinion that railway travelling in this country so di ers, in comfort, ease and peace from our English trains as to rob distance entirely of its terror and time of its value.
