CHAPTER I 



GUEST OF THE IOTH HUSSARS AT RAWAL PINDI 



RAWAL PINDI ! 



" Shall I ever see it again ? And, even if I do, 

 what will it be like without my good friends, the 

 Bloods ? " It was with this reflection that I took 

 leave of Pindi five years ago. 



But I need not have troubled my head about the 

 matter, for Anglo-Indian hospitality does not die out, 

 and this time the loth Hussars took pity on their 

 German brother-officer. All too soon the shrill 

 whistle " too-ee, too-ee," the signal to start, tore me 

 from their merry company. And now begins a long 

 journey to the mountains in a two-wheeled cart. Oh, 

 those bad springs, those rough roads, those horses 

 that galloped, trotted, shied, stumbled, and reared 

 by turns, that inattention of the driver, and those 

 thousand and one unexpected incidents that occurred 

 shall I ever forget them ? 



With several bottles of soda-water and the heartiest 

 of good wishes my British cousins packed me into the 

 mountain cart which rejoices in the name of tonga. 



