The Rajah of Toolseepoor, Dirgraj Sing, has an only son, Sahibjee, now 17 years of age.  The Rajah’s old servants, thinking they could make more out of the boy than out of the prudent father, first incited him to go off, with all the property he could collect, to Goruckpoor, where he spent it in ten months of revelry.  The father invited him back two mouths ago, on condition that he should come alone.  When he got within six miles of Toolseepoor, however, the father found, that three thousand armed followers had there been assembled by his agents, to aid him in seizing upon him and the estate.  Fearing that his estate might be desolated, and he himself confined, and perhaps put to death, the Rajah ran off to his friend, the Rajah of Bulrampore, for protection.

December 13, 1849.—­Purenda, eleven miles.  The first half of the way, through the lands of Gungwal, showed few signs of tillage or population; the latter half through, those of Purenda and other villages of Gonda, held by Ramdut Pandee, showed more of both.  Some nice villages on each side, at a small distance, and some fine groves of mango-trees.  On the road this morning, Omrow Pooree, a non-commissioned officer of the Gwalior Contingent, whose family resided in a neighbouring village, came up to me as I passed along, and prayed me to have the murderer of his father seized and punished.  He described the circumstances of the case, and on reaching camp, I requested Captain Weston to take the depositions of the witnesses, and adopt measures for the arrest of the offenders.  Syampooree was the name of the father of the complainant.  He resided in a small hamlet, near the road, called after himself, as the founder, “Syampooree ka Poorwa,” or Syampooree’s Hamlet.  He had four sons, all fine, stout men.  The eldest, Omrow Pooree, a corporal in the Gwalior Contingent, Bhurut Pooree, a private in Captain Barlow’s regiment, Ramchurun and Ramadeen, the two youngest, still at home, assisting their father in the management of their little estate, which the family had held for many generations.  One day in the beginning of December 1848, a short, thick-set man passed through the hamlet, accosted Syampooree and his two sons, as they sat at the door, and asked for some tobacco, and entered into conversation with them.  He pretended that his cart had been seized by the Nazim’s soldiers; and, after chatting with them for a short time, departed.

The second morning after this, before daylight, Ramadeen, the youngest son, was warming himself at a fire on a small terrace in front of the door, when he saw a party of armed men approaching.  He called out, and asked who they were and what they wanted.  They told him that they were Government servants, had traced a thief to the village, and come to seize him.  Four of the party, who carried torches, now approached the fire and lighted them.  Syampooree and his other son, Ramchurun, hearing the noise, came out, and placed themselves by the side of Ramadeen.