Marwar

For this place here two waggon loads of grass come in every day from Marwar Junction.

The animals most liked are the stallions of Marwar or Kathiawar.

But the officials of Marwar do not call their country a desert.

A Second-class carriage at Marwar Junction, and a red-haired man asleep in it.

I shuddered, for, in spite of defacements manifold, I recognised the head of the man of Marwar Junction.