A country tucked away among the mountains,
the abode of the everlasting snows. That country is Kashmir. It happens to be
where three great countries meet Russia, China, and British India.
Kashmir is one of the most beautiful
countries of the world ; truly a land flowing with milk and honey. Pastures
stretch for miles along the edge of the great pine forests which cover the
mountain spurs, and here thousands of sheep and cattle graze.
From these meadows, carpeted with flowers
of every hue, the bees take the honey and hide it in the trunks of ancient
trees.
One would imagine that such a country as this
would breed a fine race of men, like the Afghans and Pathans on
the border, but it is not so. True, the Kashmiris are strong and well built,
but they have no pluck and no self-respect.
The
reason for this is
not far
to seek. In ancient days they were a fine race like the people around them, but
their country being what it is an earthly paradise every marauder wanted it. So
it has been conquered and reconquered by the Moguls, Afghans, and Sikhs, who
have
used the inhabitants as they desired and crushed all the spirit out of them. By C.
E. Tyndale-Biscoe
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Essence of past -It is All about Kashmir