The following pages are literally what they profess to be, a record of a few weeks snatched from a soldier’s life in Affghanist[=a]n, and spent in travels through a region which few Europeans have ever visited before.  The notes from which it is compiled were written on the desert mountains of Central Asia, with very little opportunity, as will be easily supposed, for study or polish.  Under these circumstances, it can hardly be necessary to deprecate the criticism of the reader.  Composition is not one of the acquirements usually expected of a soldier.  What is looked for in his narrative is not elegance, but plainness.  He sees more than other people, but he studies less, and the strangeness of his story must make up for the want of ornament.  I can hardly expect but that the reader may consider the style of my chapters inferior to many of those which are supplied to the public by those who are fortunate enough to enjoy good libraries and plenty of leisure; two advantages which a soldier on service seldom experiences.  But this I cannot help.  Such as they are, I offer him my unadorned notes; and perhaps he will be good enough to let one thing compensate another, and to recollect that if the style of the book is different from what he sometimes sees, yet the scenery is so too.  If instead of a poetical composition he gets a straightforward story, yet instead of the Rhine or the Lakes he gets a mountain chain between Independent Tartary and China.

WALMAR barracks, March, 1846.

A PEEP INTO TOORKISTH[=A]N.[*]

[* Note:  A portion of the following pages in their original form has appeared in the Asiatic Journal.]

CHAPTER I.

During the summer of 1840, the aspect of the political horizon in Affghanist[=a]n afforded but slight grounds for prognosticating the awful catastrophe which two short years after befel the British arms.  Dost Mahommed had not yet given himself up, but was a fugitive, and detained by the King of Bokhara, while many of the principal Sirdars had already tendered their allegiance to Shah Sooja:  and there was in truth some foundation for the boast that an Englishman might travel in safety from one end of Affghanist[=a]n to the other.  An efficient force of tried soldiers occupied Ghuzni, Cabul, Candahar, Jellalabad, and the other strongholds of the country; our outposts were pushed to the north-west some fifty miles beyond Bamee[=a]n, the Khyber and Bolun passes were open, and to the superficial observer all was tranquil.  The elements of strife indeed existed, but at the time when I took the ramble which these pages attempt to describe, British power was paramount, and the rumour was already rife of the speedy diminution of the force which supported it.