704 Tour through parts of Baloochisthan, in [No. 153. 



have come from the Bampoor waste, made their appearance, one of 

 them took possession of my companion's nephew of Baloch of Dezak, 

 and returned with him towards Bampoor, while the other insisted on 

 my preceding him bound, on foot. This I did until my feet were 

 blistered, and I began to limp, my captor urging me to go faster, and 

 telling me, that as nothing had fallen to his share but the 

 English sword, he intended selling me, and shortly after- 

 wards giving me a push, the brute precipitated me with my hands 

 tied behind me on my face among the stones. On recovering, I sat 

 Attempt at ecclai- doggedly down and invited him to despatch me. At 

 nsseuaent. this proposal he laughed, and said, that he would do 



nothing but sell me, as many better men than me of his tribe had 

 been sold by Belooches. I denied being a Baloch, and explained to 

 him that I was an Affghan, at this he appeared delighted, and said " so 

 much the better; that scoundrel Futteh Khan of 

 Punoch is of your tribe and a Sunnee, who sells so 

 many of us, saying it is lawful to rob an infidel Sheeah, and now 

 thank God, I have got hold of an infidel Sunnee in return, with 

 whose price I have no doubt I shall prosper." He, however, dis- 

 mounted and put me on the ass, and we proceeded in this manner 

 not at all in one direction until sunset, when we arrived at his encamp- 

 ment, which I learnt was in the district of Rodbar. By this time I 

 was fairly exhausted with pain and thirst; conducting me into the 

 tents, he introduced me to his mother as a lazy knave, who could not 

 walk a mile, telling her, that he had got nothing of the spoil but my 

 worthless carcase, every thing of value having been carried off by the 

 Dashters. 



The good woman seeing my beard besmeared with blood, was 

 Compassion, moved with compassion, and upbraided her son for his 

 ill treatment of me, reminding him, that I had no doubt " a mo- 

 ther," and requested him to anoint my feet with ghee; this he 

 did with a very ill grace, reminding her all the time, that the man 

 who killed his uncle was one of us Affghans. The next morning on 

 awaking, my beard was so clotted with blood from the wound on my 



chin, that I had recourse to a pair of scissors, and made my- 

 Shave. r J 



self as smooth as my friend Mahommed Ally of Bampoor. I 



was confined to my bed sometime from fever, during which time 



several offers were made for me. One man offered a lean camel, while 



