EETURN TO ENGLAND. 



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Leaving Peshawur, the first week in 

 February, I embarked a month later on 

 the Sutlej, at Ferozepoor, and descended the 

 Indus to Tatta; an uninteresting, monoto- 

 nous village, varied only by shooting- 

 alligators and wild fowl on the river, and 

 black partridges on shore. Bidding farewell 

 to India, for a time, I left Bombay in April, 

 and in the following month, landed in 

 England, after an absence of six years. 



CATOHINO A DESERTER. 



THE END. 



