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impedimenta I had four or five of the rough little unshod 

 and unkempt country ponies, called tattoos — ^hardy little 

 villains, whom no amount of work can tire out of imme- 

 diate readiness for a daily battle royal with teeth and 

 heels the moment they are cast loose from their loads to 

 graze. 



My own tent travelled as usual upon a camel. I 

 don't think I would have ventured to take any other 

 camel but " Junglee " into the country I was going to visit. 

 Though the camel is far more at home in rough and 

 difficult country than his ungainly-looking formation 

 would lead one to suppose, there are many passes in 

 the Mahadeo hills where these animals cannot carry their 

 loads, and some where they could not proceed at all. 

 But " Junglee " was a camel among 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 got 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 Jubbulpiir (Jabalpiir), and to my com- 

 rades of the gallant 25th Punjabees. I was really sorry 

 to see the last of the jovial manly company of Sikhs who 



