the sun shone out, though heavy and threatening clouds continued to hang about the horizon.  As I write this I hear the first roll of thunder, there will be another storm to-night.  The Maharajah’s officials come to me at every stage to enquire my wants and provide for the same.  Other natives also come with an insane request,—­a medical prescription for a sick Bhai (or brother) who always has fever, and is at a great distance.  What possible use a prescription could be to them I cannot decide.  The storm came up just before dinner, 6 p.m., and was rather sharp but soon over.  I came up the valley of the Jhelum, and I watched its course for some time before it arrived.  It subsequently struck the edge of the house and I was all right; had it come down the valley which runs at right angles to the Jhelum just opposite here I should have been blown out.  I again noticed that to which my attention has often been directed, viz.:  that when in or near the storm clouds, the thunder is of quite a different character to that heard below.  It is a continuous low muttering growl without any claps or peals.  I have stood in the storm cloud at Sinchal, 9,000 feet high, with the lightning originating around me and affording the sublimest spectacle of dazzling brilliancy, and varying in colour from the purest white light to delicious rose and blue tints.  I have seen it intensified and focussed as it were within a few feet of me, and from this centre angled lines and balls of fire like strings of beads radiated in all directions.  Yet the thunder which in the plains was heard pealing and roaring its loudest, was up there barely audible.

July 13th.—­From Kunda to Kuthin twelve miles of hard toiling over a similar road to that of the last march, finishing with a long, steep, and very rough ascent to the high plateau on which Kuthin stands.  On the top of this I took to my dandy and was carried a mile along the level to the Barahduree, where I slept upon the charpoy which is provided at every bungalow for the weary travellers to rest upon pending the arrival of his baggage.  These plateaus or table lands exist at intervals all the way up the valley, sometimes on one side sometimes on the other and occasionally on both the river in the middle.  They are quite flat, very small, and highly productive, and vary from fifty to three or four hundred feet in height, above the river.  The valley which widens where they exist, is narrowed again at either extremity.  I can only account for their formation by supposing that at a former time, a chain of lakes existed, of which they are the beds, and that the water subsequently burst through and formed the channel of the present Jhelum, leaving these beds dry as we now see them.  Came across a number of large tailed butterflies of a lovely green and blue metallic lustre.  Secured an un-injured specimen, and for want of a better place stuck it inside my topee, where I expect to carry it safely until my return to Peshawur.  Another