1852-1853 With my father at Peshawar--Peshawar in 1852--Excitements of a frontier station--A flogging parade--Mackeson's assassination -- The Jowaki expedition--A strange dream--A typical frontier fight Even the longest journey must come to an end at last, and early in November I reached Peshawar.

My father, who was then in his sixty-ninth year, had just been appointed to command the division with the temporary rank of Major-General.

Old as this may appear at a period when Colonels are superannuated at fifty-seven, and Major-Generals must retire at sixty-two, my father did not consider himself particularly unlucky.

As for the authorities, they evidently thought they were to be congratulated on having so young and active an officer to place in a position of responsibility upon the North-West Frontier, for amongst my father's papers I found letters from the Adjutant-General and Quartermaster-General expressing high satisfaction at his appointment to this difficult command.
It was a great advantage as well as a great pleasure to me to be with my father at this time.

I had left India an infant, and I had no recollection of him until I was twelve years old, at which time he came home on leave.