'They quite spoil the look of my regiment,' he said.

In less than two months' time the Hindustanis, of whom the Colonel was so proud, had broken into open mutiny; the despised Sikhs were the only men of the regiment who remained faithful; and the commanding officer, a devoted soldier who lived for his regiment, and who implored that his men might not have their arms taken away, as he had 'implicit confidence' in them, and would 'stake his life on their fidelity,' had blown his brains out because he found that confidence misplaced.
Towards the end of April I was ordered to report on the capabilities of Cherat (now well known to all who have been stationed at Peshawar) as a sanatorium for European soldiers.

I spent two or three days surveying the hill and searching for water in the neighbourhood.

It was not safe to remain on the top at night, so I used to return each evening to the plain below, where my tent was pitched.

On one occasion I was surprised to find a camp had risen up during my absence quite close to my tent.