JOURNAL OF MAJOR GEORGE BROOKE. 
513 
November 30th. —Ferozepore. This was the day fixed for the return 
visit of the Governor-General to Runjeet. At daybreak Dr. Ross of the 
Lancers called at my tent and offered an elephant seat. Accepted, 
dressed at a gallop, and off. I had no previous intention of going, 
disliking to mix with the crowd on their own dunghill after the speci¬ 
men of yesterday on our side. Arrived at the bridge about 10 minutes 
before the Governor-General*s cortege (which passed us in review) : 
found a Staff Officer at the bridge head to stop all except those 
especially invited to form the suite of Governor-General or Commander- 
in-Chief. Loitered there, saw the cortege form and go up under a 
running fire salute from the camel jingal guns. After waiting awhile 
and debating what to do, and bewailing the want of wit in Ross not 
claiming to join his regiment as plea, we were near following the 
example of several others in going back, when an order arrived to pass 
over those waiting. On we went, passing the Marine Officer in his 
gig under pennant and ensign, and up the street of troops. Their 
lines were well dressed, tolerably uniform in dress, fine men, cavalry 
indifferently mounted. Two regiments wore a Calmuc lielmet with tri¬ 
colour pattern, and regular horse head-gear with brass studs. 
The officers, horse and foot, in gaudy cavalry pattern jackets of red 
and gold, a la Hussar. Some few, blue and red, acorn embossed 
collar and cuff, and epaulettes. Some of the foot gold, some silver 
epaulettes on Hussar jackets: lower gear, nothing could be worse, no 
uniformity, no pattern. Jackets all hanging on the body, not fitting, 
no tidiness attempted. The head dress of the officers all silk, rags of 
colours flying in the wind in disorder. Mounted officers, bad cattle. 
Among them saw two Europeans. One, an American in an Artillery 
Commissary staff lace blue jacket, and sort of forage cap : untidy, 
dirty, and vulgar looking. The other, dressed in the rough, nature as 
a horseman : very tidy, well mounted, clean, neat, and looking very 
smart and soldierlike. He evidently was incog’., and wished to be 
so. Ford, the P.M. was in camp, but invisible; he commands a corps 
of cavalry, not in much repute for ability. A Mr. Fowle, brother of a 
lawyer in Calcutta, recognised by A. Abbott as a school-fellow, and 
[said] to have disappeared from his relatives, was recognised at the 
head of a regiment of cavalry; a gentlemanly man in manner and 
appearance, had a soldier's cut about him in dress and pattern; is very 
well informed. He was asked to dine at our Mess. Some of our 
officers went to visit him; his camp equipage is in our style : he seems 
to have laid out his course in the event of Runjeet Singh's death. 
Reaching the bead of the street we entered the red inclosure having 
khanautted gateways, the inside led about 60 yards up to the State 
tent, passing a small one where Runjeet is said to transact business and 
sit all day. Saw the State tent lined with shawl, and the great people 
sitting and exchanging presents under the Semiana. Ho difficulty 
made in our mixing with the suite, hence had a perfect view of persons. 
The Prime Minister, Dhiyan Singh, 1 stood behind his master in turban 
Dhi&n Smgli w&s ftffcorwErds shot by one of the Sindinwala chiefs after the Maharaja Slier Singh 
had been murdered. His brother, Suchet Singh, met a like fate. The third brother, Gfulab Singh, 
lived long afterwards as Maharaja of Kashmir. 
