216 TEAVEL, ADVENTURE, AND SPORT. 



Some time afterwards, when my convulsions of 

 laughter had somewhat subsided, I saw Khoda 

 Woordee sneaking about the door of the ruin, which 

 was my halting-place, and asked why he had re- 

 mained behind the party? But I could not find it 

 in me to quiz him, particularly as he gave an excel- 

 lent reason for stopping behind. Old Brutus and I 

 had a good cup of tea, and sweetmeats, before going 

 to bed, and the "lovely moon smiled on our slum- 

 bers." "We have just eaten a capital breakfast, with- 

 out feeling the want of knives and forks, or tables 

 and chairs. I have been advised to adopt the 

 Afghan dress on this trip, and find it far from an 

 unpleasant costume, and shall I confess it? be- 

 coming. The most objectionable part is the nether 

 garment, which, in direct opposition to an English- 

 man's ideas of fashion, is so preposterously wide as 

 to be inconvenient ; those made for me (I begged for 

 small ones) have nearly a circumference of six feet 

 for each leg;* in fact, as a facetious friend of mine 

 observes, " the thing is not a pair of breeches, but a 

 divided petticoat." Mine are of a bright red colour, 

 and my shirt is of the same blushing hue ; my coat 

 is something like a long surtout without a collar. It 

 is made of a light blue chintz, and trimmed with 

 cashmere shawl. The cloak is made very full, with 

 long sleeves, and of a light brown colour. The 

 turban is of white muslin, and arranged with great 

 skill by Mahomed Daood, in large folds. The waist- 



