shewn; from the cook's office I had raised him to the royal taster's; this time, as will be told, I took up a position full of bounty, favour and promotion,—in truth he was worthy of honour and advancement. Two other marches were made down the Sind-water. Our men, by perpetually gallopping off on raids, had knocked up their horses; usually what they took, cattle mostly, was not worth the gallop; sometimes indeed in the Plain there had been sheep, sometimes one sort of cloth or other, but, the Plain left behind, nothing was had but cattle. A mere servant would bring in 3 or 400 head during our marches along the Sind-water, but every march many more would be left on the road than they brought in. (_j. The westward march._) Having made three more marches[912] close along the Sind, we left it when we came opposite Pīr Kānū's tomb.[913] Going to the tomb, we there dismounted. Some of our soldiers having injured [Sidenote: Fol. 152.] several of those in attendance on it, I had them cut to pieces. It is a tomb on the skirt of one of the Mehtar Sulaimān mountains and held in much honour in Hindūstān. Marching on from Pīr Kānū, we dismounted in the (Pawat) pass; next again in the bed of a torrent in Dūkī.[914] After we left this camp there were brought in as many as 20 to 30 followers of a retainer of Shāh Beg, Fāẓil _Kūkūldāsh_, the dārogha of Sīwī. They had been sent to reconnoitre us but, as at that time, we were not on bad terms with Shāh Beg, we let them go, with horse and arms. After one night's halt, we reached Chūtīālī, a village of Dūkī. Although our men had constantly gallopped off to raid, both before we reached the Sind-water and all along its bank, they had not left horses behind, because there had been plenty of green food and corn. When, however, we left the river and set our faces for Pīr Kānū, not even green food was to be had; a little land under green crop might be found every two or three marches, but of horse-corn, none. So, beyond the camps mentioned, there began the leaving of horses behind. After passing Chūtīālī, my own felt-tent[915] had to be left from want of baggage-beasts. One night at that time, it rained so much, that water stood knee-deep in my tent (_chādār_); I watched the night out till dawn, uncomfortably sitting on a pile of blankets. (_k. Bāqī Chaghānīānī's treachery._)