The Ghiljees have been at their old tricks lately, robbing some supplies for the army, which came up by the Bolan Pass about a week ago, and which they followed nearly into our camp.  The caravan, however, was under the charge of a right sort of fellow, the Rajah of Buhawulpoor, who was bringing up a contingent to the Shah’s force, and if any of his camels were taken away he took two for one from the first village he arrived at.  The Ghiljees got more bold afterwards, and actually endeavoured to walk off with the camels of the Bengal army, and five or six were taken prisoners by some Sepoys, and one blown from a gun in the town.  They, however, killed one, and severely wounded two other unarmed soldiers of H.M. 13th Light Infantry, who were out with the camels of their regiment, the guard for the camels having very quietly gone to sleep in a house.  The poor fellows made a desperate fight, defending themselves with their shoes; and one of them pulled a mounted Ghiljee off his horse, but had his arm cut through before he could get the fellow’s sword from him:  they lost a great many camels.

June 29th.—­Well, to-morrow we are off for Cabool; I hope the country may improve as we advance.  Everybody speaks very highly of Cabool itself—­a fine climate, 6000 feet above the sea.  It has been very hot the whole time we have been here.  They say there is plenty of grain to be had on the road; I hope this may be true, and that we shall not have a repetition of what took place before in regard to expense.  I was congratulating myself, a day or two since, on the prospect of getting my back pay, but now I hear that I shall not only be minus that, but that we are not to get any more pay for three months, owing to some mismanagement or other; consequently, we shall be obliged to get into debt, with a nice little interest to pay off.  I wish, therefore, that next year you would give me credit for another 60l.  I do not wish you to send it out to me, but that you would let me draw upon you as far as that sum, in case I should find it necessary, as this campaign has sadly crippled me.  Your last 60l. is nearly gone, and yet I have not spent a farthing that I could help:  this irregular way of paying troops is very disgusting to them.

The report is now that we are not likely to have any regular fighting, as it is pretty generally believed that Dost Mahomed has agreed to our terms; the “on dit” is, that he is at Peshawur, and awaits our arrival in Cabool, to give himself up to the British government.  Colonel Wade, one of the political diplomatic line, is near Peshawur with a part of Runjet’s army, but Dost Mahomed will not surrender himself to him, nor will Colonel Wade cross the Punjab frontiers, on account of the great enmity which exists between the Afghans and Sikhs:  however, all this is to be proved.  I wish we could have one good brush with them, as we should then have plain sailing; as it is, I suppose we shall be annoyed by these rascally