These washerwomen dhobies, they call them in India are the terror of all travelers, who are dependent on them for clean linen.

In Madras especially, the washerwoman's instinct seems wonderfully developed. Perhaps it is the picture of the foaming, boiling, dashing water forever before their eyes that gives the impetus to these Madras women;, though I am afraid the traveler in India would be willing to grant the poor natives no higher motives or instinct than their innate, inordinate love of money getting.

However it be, one thing is sure- the Madras natives are at home in their occupation. To them the sea is one great washtub; and it can never be said of them that they have allowed their talent for washing to be hidden.

They take the wash down to the waterside, wade out into the shallow places, and swash the clothes up and down in the water for a time. No rubbing, no boiling, no scrubbing.

The swashing would do very well if that were all.

But alas for the traveler! alas for his linen! The next step in the laundrying process is to pound and beat and thrash the clothes against the rocks; to make them up into hard balls and pound them; to shake them out and lash them against the sharp rocks; sometimes to tie up gravel in them that the gravel may grate and grit and so help pound out the dirt.

Fancy the condition of one's fine handkerchiefs after two or three such washings as these! Is it any wonder that the traveler in India very soon finds it best to have a new suit of wearing apparel, and that of as strong and durable material as he can find?

We have already read of the idolatrous religion of these natives of India. At a little port, Pooree, on the coast not so very far above Madras, stands the famous temple of Juggernaut the most

striking illustration, perhaps, of Indian idol worship to be found in all the country.

The temple of Juggernaut is a temple to which every year, at a certain season, millions of people, pilgrims, make a journey to perform certain religious ceremonies.

The temple is enclosed by a great wall in a great square, measuring six hundred and fifty feet on a side.

Entering from the eastern side, by a flight of stone steps, one approaches another wall, high up, built upon a sort of platform, itself twenty feet high.

In this enclosure are various pagodas or temples, of all sizes and shapes, huddled together with little regard to plan or order.

In the center rises the pagoda, the great pagoda. Its base is thirty feet square, and tapers gradually for a height of two hundred feet. The sides are cut full of little places in which statues and idols are set, and at the very entrance is a great stone pillar, fifty feet high, hewn from one solid rock.