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By-Ways of Bombay by C.V.O. S. M. Edwardes
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on massive pillars and hewn out of the side of the hill, which date from
about 1100 A.D., and were in all probability built by the Yadav dynasty of
Deogiri. One of them known as Ganga and Jamna is full of clear cool water
which, the people say, is excellent for drinking. Here again the hand of
the vandal has not been idle; for such names as Gopal, Ramchandra, etc.,
are scrawled in English characters over the face of the chief reservoir--
the holiday work no doubt of school-boys from Junnar. The presence of
these four reservoirs, coupled with other disappearing clues, proves that
between the Buddhist era and the date of the Musulman conquest, the hill
must have been fortified and held by Hindu chieftains, probably the
Yadavas already mentioned. The purely Musulman remains include the
_Ambarkhana_, a prayer-wall or _Idga_, the skeleton of a mosque, with a
delicate flying arch, and a domed tomb. In front of the prayer wall still
stands the stone pulpit from which the _moulvis_ of the fortress preached
and intoned the daily prayers; but neither the prayer-wall nor the mosque
have withstood the attacks of time as bravely as the tomb. For here scarce
a stone has become displaced, and the four pointed arches which rise
upwards to the circular dome are as unblemished as on the day when the
builder gazed upon his finished work and found it good. The _Gazetteer_
speaks of it as a man's tomb; but the flat burial-slab within the arches
points to it being a woman's grave; and local tradition declares that it
is the body of the mother of one Daulat Khan which lies here. Had those
she left behind sought to bring peace to her dust, they could have chosen
no more fitting site for her entombment. For each face of the grave
commands a wide prospect of mountain and valley, the massive hills rising
tier after tier in the distance until they are but faint shadows on the
horizon; the intense solitude peculiar to mountain-country is broken but
fitfully by the wild-dove's lamentation; and even when the sun in
mid-heaven beats down fiercely upon the grassy barrows of the hill top,
the breeze blows chill through the open arches and the dome casts a deep
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