On the familiar line we rushed towards Calcutta. Everywhere the fruits in the field were ripe and people were hard at work to harvest crops and fruits. The heat had considerably increased and was nearly intolerable within the wagons. The atmosphere lay sweltering and sticky in the country-side that extended itself in a melancholic gray in gray in our sight. A hot wind whirled thick clouds of dust into the air — thus the Indian plain made a quite desolate impression during the time of our departure.