We have there a cantonment, and thither I went for the mere sake of the surgeon and the sticking-plaster.
"Furruckabad, then, is divided into two districts or towns: the lower Cotwal, inhabited by the natives, and the upper (which is fortified slightly, and has all along been called Futtyghur, meaning in Hindoostanee 'the-favorite-resort-of-the-white-faced-Feringhees-near the-mango-tope-consecrated-to Ram') occupied by Europeans.

(It is astonishing, by the way, how comprehensive that language is, and how much can be conveyed in one or two of the commonest phrases.) "Biggs, then, and my men were playing all sorts of wondrous pranks with Lord Lake's army, whilst I was detained an unwilling prisoner of health at Futtyghur.
"An unwilling prisoner, however, I should not say.

The cantonment at Futtyghur contained that which would have made ANY man a happy slave.
Woman, lovely woman, was there in abundance and variety! The fact is, that when the campaign commenced in 1803, the ladies of the army all congregated to this place, where they were left, as it was supposed, in safety.

I might, like Homer, relate the names and qualities of all.

I may at least mention SOME whose memory is still most dear to me.