168 LEH. 



22nd July. Sunday. I find no place to walk to out 

 of this enclosure, all outside being either fields or rough 

 barren ground with difficult paths. The town looks 

 uninviting, so I remained in my tent. 



The jemadar, a civil, obliging, intelligent man, in the 

 afternoon informed me that Basti Ram, the thanadar, 

 was waiting in his house, prepared to pay me a visit, if 

 I could receive him. I, of course, assented ; and ere long, 

 preceded by a dirty band of soldiery, he made his appear- 

 ance, seated in a janpan, which being halted at the 

 requisite respectful distance, the old gentleman was assisted 

 forward, and I requested him to be seated on a 'rizai' 

 which had been spread for him. He is a pleasing-look- 

 ing old man, of mild aspect, bodily infirm, but with a 

 voice still strong. We chatted a long time ; and I hinted 

 at the Karakorum with regard to shikar, but he evidently 

 disapproves of my going in that direction, saying, that 

 the road was bad, the country barren, and no shikar, but 

 that in the Chan-than and "Roopschoo country game 

 abounded. He politely assured me of his desire to furnish 

 me with all I required, to any extent, in money, horses, 

 or men. 



I questioned him about the sad fate of the poor 

 Schlagentweit brother ; and he gave me a long narrative, 

 from which I gather that the unfortunate traveller was 

 plundered on the way to Yarkand ; that he reached that 

 place, and thence proceeded on to the Kokand country, 

 where he rode into the presence of a chief, Walli Khan, 

 who, feeling or pretending to feel insulted, ordered his 

 attendants to cut him down, which was instantly done; 

 and thus the unfortunate M. Schlagentweit was murdered, 

 and all his effects plundered. But these had been pre- 

 viously seized, and probably he was then in search of 

 justice, and the restoration of his property. Walli Khan 



