The ordinary resident of the civil station will not be inclined to concede much recognition to the scenery of Nagpur. The  waste of dreary downs which hem in the city on the west, or confront him if he travels to Umrer, though forming the happy hunting-ground of the Nagpur pig-sticker when he does not wish to go far afield, present but little charm to the ordinary resident. They obstruct his vision at all times, and deprive him of sleep on the hot weather nights by reason of the heat which radiates from their barren sides. But if he like to tour into the surrounding country he will find much to charm him. Let him go to Bori and side up the valley of the little river Krishna to akalghat, and into Kanholi. He will find himself among wood-fringed streams and amphitheatres of hills. Let him then ascend the Kauras plateau by the steep winding path from Kanholi, and turn his steps down to the. Bor valley at Aregaon through the ravine of mohagaon, and he will be amply rewarded for his trouble. He may fancy himself in some remote highland glen rather than within twenty miles of the desolate Nagpur ridge lands. And so also if he follows the valley of the Jam of Kar, or explores the upper reaches of the Pench, he will be forced to admit that the Nagpur country is not the dreary monotony which he had imagined. Or again, he may visit the tanks of Bazargaon, Kelod, or Dongartal, each reflecting on its surface the setting of hills amidst which it nestles. I need not again mention Ramtek, the beauties of which everyone who lives in Nagpur has heard of, if he has not seen.