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all. But " Juno'lee " was a camel amongr camels. Of 

 the low, stout, shaggy breed used by the Cabul 

 merchants, who annually during the cold season hawk 

 the dried fruits of their country over the plains of India, 

 I had found and caught him running wild and ownerless 

 among the hills along the Cane river in Bandelkand. 

 When out shooting I was astonished to see him start 

 out of a thicket, and flee like a deer over rocks and 

 ravines ; and a rare chase we had — sepoys, camel-men, 

 and camp followers — before we got him into a corner, 

 and bound his sprawling legs and threatening jaws 

 with tent ropes, and led him away between a couple 

 of tame loadsters, to have his nose rebored and be starved 

 into a peaceful return to the uses of his race. He had 

 probably been abandoned by some party of hard- 

 pressed rebels, long enough before I saw him to have 

 become perfectly at home in the jungles, and to have 

 p'ot into first-rate condition. A better beast to scramble 

 over breakneck ground with a heavy load I never saw. 

 Poor Junglee ! he afterwards ended his days under the 

 paw of a tiger in the Betiil forests during one of his 

 periodical relapses into the life of freedom he had 

 tasted in the wilds of Bandelkand. 



On the 11th of January, I bade adieu to the pretty 

 little station of Jubbulpur (Jabalpiir), and to my 

 comrades of the gallant 25th Punjabees. I was really 

 sorry to see the last of the jovial manly company of 

 Sikhs who composed the regiment, one of the first of 

 the force that rose on the ruins of the Bengal army in 

 1857. But soldiering in India, in time of peace, is 

 truly one of the dreariest of occupations ; and I con- 

 fess I was far from doleful at the prospect of quitting 



