are too close together to allow the valleys to be termed magnificent.  Reached Doonga Gullee at 10 a.m.  The length of last march, eleven miles—­the road, a good military one, has been cut in the face of the mountain.  Put up at the Dak Bungalow, and dined with the officers of the working party; among them Heath, of the 88th, and Leggatt and Lyons, of the 77th, whom I knew.  A number of tents are pitched here for the working parties from the 19th and 77th Regiments (road making).  I was carried part of the march in my dandy—­a piece of carpet gathered at each end and hooked to a pole,—­the pole being carried on the shoulders of two men.  I swung below it just off the ground, and could often look down a vast depth between my knees.  My first pickled tongue, cooked the day before yesterday was fly-blown at breakfast this morning.  This may seem a trifling note, but it is ominous I fear for the whole of my salted stores.

July 6th.—­Got up at 4 o’clock and marched on to Bugnoota, a distance of thirteen miles.  The first four miles a slight rise, and then a rapid descent all the rest of the way.  The road is much narrower, only a mule track in fact, I walked twelve miles, and then felt tired, and had a headache afterwards.  Pitched my tent in a tope, (a grove of trees) in company with Dr. and Mrs. Holmes, of Rohat, whom I did not know.  Slight rain in the middle of the day, but it cleared off towards evening.  Felt all right after an hour’s sleep and took a stroll before dinner.  Scenery grand, tent pitched on the edge of a deep gorge at the bottom of which is a mountain stream, the hills rising abruptly on the opposite side.

July 7th.—­Marched on to Abbottabad at sunrise, down hill to the river, and then along its course for two miles over very rough and fatiguing ground, the river having to be forded twice.  In rainy weather this is very dangerous as its rush is so impetuous.  Up hill again then down into the plain of Abbottabad, 4,000 feet above the sea.  Distance twelve miles though only put down eight in the route.  Met the General at the bottom of the hill.  Put up at the Dak Bungalow, and met Ford, 88th, and De Marylski, R.A., returning from Kashmir, got some hints from them.  Abbottabad is a small cantonment on a large plain surrounded by bare mountains, a notice is posted in my room warning travellers not to go unarmed; so I’ll gird on my Kookery to-morrow.  A Kookery is a formidable native knife, about eighteen inches long and over two inches wide, carried in a peculiar way, sheep and goats heads come off very easily at a single blow from it.  Much hotter down here, the sun powerful after 10 o’clock, but Punkahs not necessary.  This is the Head-Quarters of the Punjab Frontier force.  A pity they do not have an English Regiment stationed here as it is a very pleasant place as regards climate.  Snow in winter, and this the warmest time of the year quite bearable.  Brigadier gone to the hills for the hot weather. Took in supplies of bread and butter and purchased a pair of chuplus or sandals for marching in, as boots hurt my feet.