“ Many of these men have been rich and powerful members of the society in which they moved. Then a day came when they laid aside their robes of muslin and silk embroidered with gold; they left their great houses filled with troops of servants; without a word they slipped away from wife, from children, from friends, and the place they had filled knew them no more. They had gone to wander far and wide through the vast plains, the mighty hills of India—strange, naked, wild-looking figures, unwashed, unshorn, looking the veriest outcasts of the earth. ”
Summary
Peeks at Many Lands—India, an anonymous work detailing observations of 19th-century Indian society, explores the country’s vibrant cultural fabric through vivid portrayals of its landscapes, people, and customs. Focusing on regions like Chitore and the Himalayas, it examines themes of the wild (tigers, elephants, jungles), city life (bazaars, palaces), and social contrasts, such as the itinerant "coolies" and the grandeur of figures like Shah Jehan.
The text merges travelogue with ethnographic detail, capturing the sensory intensity of Delhi’s markets and the solemnity of the Ganges, while reflecting on India’s contradictions of affluence and destitution. Its narrative intertwines historical echoes with immediate, immersive experiences, offering a kaleidoscopic portrait of a land in transformation.
Quotes from Peeps at Many Lands—India ()
“ It is always a scene of wonderful colour and movement. The sun strikes into the dusty ways on turbans of red, green, and orange; on robes of white, pink and blue; on petticoats of rose and saffron; on the bronze bodies of almost naked coolies who march along beneath their loads. People of every colour—white, brown, black, yellow—jostle each other in the crowded ways, and there is a bewildering variety of tint and form in the striking and picturesque scene. A BAZAAR, DELHI. Chapter XVI. The shops are, as a rule, of the simplest nature in form—an archway, a booth, a hole in a wall. ”
“ With the horrible coughing roar of a charging tiger, he hurls himself with tremendous bounds upon his foes. His eyes blaze like green emeralds, his great fangs glitter like ivory. At springing distance he leaves the ground and shoots through the air like a thunderbolt, full upon the nearest elephant. Now is the time to try the sportsman's nerve and steadiness of aim. Unless the tiger be struck down by the heavy bullet, he will land with teeth and claws upon the flank of the elephant, striking and tearing with terrible effect at his foes. ”
