The driver ran to the village and got the people to join him in the pursuit of his master, saying that he was making off with a good deal of the King's money.

With an elephant load of the King's money in prospect, they made all the haste they could; but the poor Amil got safely over the border into British territory.

They found the elephant dining very comfortably on the sugar-cane.

After abusing the driver and all his female relations for deluding them with the hope of a rich booty, they permitted him to take the empty elephant to the new Amil at Mahomdee.

News of all this reached my camp last night.
I omitted to mention that, at Busora on the 27th, a Rajpoot landholder of the Sombunsie tribe, came to my camp with a petition regarding a mortgage, and mentioned that he had a daughter, now two years of age; that when she was born he was out in his fields, and the females of the family put her into an earthen pot, buried her in the floor of the apartment, where the mother lay, and lit a fire over the grave; that he made all haste home as soon as he heard of the birth of a daughter, removed the fire and earth from the pot, and took out his child.