Give away a horse. 



330 Journal kept while travelling in Seistan. [No. 112. 



said regarding blood feuds, that Mahomed Siddie, who had not yet come 

 in or sent his man, might, trusting to my protection join me here, and 

 some unpleasant fray might ensue, in which my name would be mixed 

 up. Sultan Khan reassured me, " that Mahomed Siddie was much too 

 knowing to trust himself within the reach of his enemy ; that the 

 quarrel was nearly extinct, and propositions for settling it by a marri- 

 age had been sent in ; and that as it had lasted 30 years, about an equal 

 number of lives on each side had cooled it ; they would be unwilling to 

 renew the affair by fresh blood ; but of course," he added " if they meet, 

 they will attack each other." The two Douranee chiefs who had join- 

 ed me at Jarja were halting for a few days at Toojk, having come on 

 from Furrah a day or two before me. They were in great distress ; two 

 of their horses having been stolen, and one having died. I thought this 

 a good opportunity of doing a civil thing at a cheap 

 rate, I therefore sent them one of the horses which 

 Syud Mahomed Khan had given me. It was a worthless beast, not 

 worth its feed ; but I heard that the gift was much appreciated. We staid 

 one night at Toojk, which has about one hundred and twenty houses. 

 The inhabitants were of the same tribe (Tylshih) as their master, 

 Hyderzye Ishaukzyes. There were also a few of other 

 tribes, emigrants, and half a dozen chiefs, and altoge- 

 ther there was an air of comfort about the place remarkable after the 

 general misery of the country we had been passing through. It has lately 

 been made over to Shah Pussund. Jaun Mahomed Khan, who had been 

 a most liberal host, insisted on riding out some miles with me. He 

 was accompanied by his son, a young man of about 20, and some five 

 or six other people, all his relations ; and all well mounted on horses 

 which Yar Mahomed had given the chief on his coming in. We took 

 a parting pipe. I threw a choga over his shoulders, and we shook 

 hands. 



That we might get into Laush in good time the next morning, we 

 stepped on the banks of the Furrah river, where there was water in 

 small pools at Kurawan Keze, about eight miles from the fort. We 

 reached our ground at midnight, and after cooking a rude dinner in the 

 Afghan manner, on the ramrods of matchlocks, lay down to sleep. 

 When I awoke in the morning, a man was sitting shivering by 

 my bed. To my question, " Who are you?" he could only answer 





