We have marched ten miles each day without having seen tree or building, I believe. Chance's elephant comes every afternoon to show himself, and his education is progressing rapidly, under the care of a splendid individual in a yellow satin dress, who has received the very responsible situation of his mahout. He has already learnt to kneel down, and the excellent joke of filling his little leech of a trunk with water and squirting it at anybody who affronts him. Chance and he are frightfully alike in disposition--greedy and self-willed; and, barring the nose, very like in look. Wednesday, Nov. 21. The camp was very noisy the first two nights, and X. went round to the various commanding officers and made fresh arrangements with the sentries, who I fancy must have cut off the heads of any man, camel, or elephant, who presumed to speak or howl, for there has not been a sound since. 'Gentlemen who cough are only to be slightly wounded,' as the 'Rejected Addresses' say. It really is tempting, for the tent-pitchers with all their wives and all their children have set up their marching coughs, and as they sleep round their pitchees, there is a continual sound of _expectoration_ going on. Rosina was robbed by her hackery driver. X. had the man up before D., and the money is restored. I had a little domestic complaint to send to him last night. I always think these domestic stories may amuse you in England, from their contrast to the habits of that excellent country, from which I have been inveigled. There is a servant called the sirdar-bearer, or head of all the palanquin and tonjaun-bearers, whose business it is to walk by the side of the palanquin and see that the bearers carry it rightly.