worse than any pain, or to conclude, how the deadly climate of that notoriously evil station afforded me no prospect of improvement.  This relation was scarcely needed to procure me a certificate, stating that three months leave of absence to Murree was absolutely essential for my recovery, and a recommendation that I might be allowed to proceed immediately in anticipation of the leave being granted.  So the next evening saw me start from Peshawur for Rawul Pindee, in a Dak Gharie, accompanied by my dog “Silly” and my Madrapee servant or “Boy.”  Onwards we sped at a gallop, the horses being changed every six miles, through Nowshera, the furnace; over the rapid and icy cold Indus by boat; past Fort Attock, the oven in which our soldiers are done to death; and Hussan Aboul of Lallah Rooke celebrity; arriving at the French Hotel at Pinder, ten miles from Peshawur the following morning.  That day I called upon the Officers of the 6th Foot, with whom I had served in Jersey, and was persuaded to dine at mess.  A melancholy dinner it was for me, meeting old friends whom I had not seen for so long.  Yet not possessing energy enough for conversation or feeling the spirit of “Hail fellows, well met.”  I felt that my moody silence and ghostlike appearance (for I was dressed in black) threw a gloom over them.  This was no doubt a morbid fancy as also was perhaps the idea that they looked at me with pitying eyes.  But these feelings seized me, and increased till they became unbearable, and I was glad to escape to my Hotel.

“Three months of my life.”

A diary.

July 4th, 1868.—­Started from Murree for Kashmir at 5.30 a.m.  Bell, Surgeon 36th Regt. [Since deceased] came with me four miles.  Walked on expecting the dandy to overtake me, but it did not, and I marched all the way, nine miles up a steep hill to Khaira Gullee, where I halted and put up in one of the old sheds formerly used by the working party when the road was being made.  I am not tired, though my left heel is blistered, which is fair considering I have not walked half a mile for more than a month.  The road is excellent and the scenery fine, the Khuds being sometimes deep, but nothing like the eastern Himalayas.  The forest too is quite different, fir trees predominating here.  Saw many beautiful birds, and regretted I had not brought my gun.  In the evening a thunderstorm came on with a cold wind from the north, so I made a good fire with a few fir logs.  In the middle of the night the storm became very violent, and large hailstones fell.

July 5th.—­Got away at sunrise, the rain having quite cleared off, and marched on to Doonga Gullee, up a hill to an elevation of 9,000 feet, and then down again to about 7,000; then up a final steep to Doonga Gullee, 8,000 feet above the sea.  The Khuds much grander very deep and precipitous, sometimes falling one or two thousand feet from the edge of the road almost perpendicularly.  But the hills