Benee Madho, as I have stated above, sometimes makes use of his wealth, power, and influence, to rob his weaker neighbours of their estates.

The lands on which we are encamped he got two years ago from their proprietor, Futteh Bahader, by foreclosing a mortgage, in which he and others had involved him.

The gunge or bazaar, close to our tents, was established by Gorbuksh, the uncle of Futteh Bahader, and became a thriving emporium under his fostering care; but it has gone to utter ruin under his nephew, and heir, and the mortgagee.

The lands around, however, could never have been better cultivated than they are; nor the cultivators better protected or encouraged.

It rained slightly before sunset yesterday, and heavily between three and four this morning; but not so as to prevent our marching.
This morning, a male elephant belonging to Benee Madho killed one of his attendants near to our camp.