With Kelly to Chitral

we had enjoyed at Mori, and then shared some

rties were sent out, and Oldham sent to report on the bridge in case we decided

uling his guns over condemned precipices in pursuit of an invisible enemy. Call th

ared the Chitralis had grievously disappointed him, and went off to see a

ng troops advancing from Gilgit." Inside was a letter from Surgeon-Major Robertson, saying that Sher Afzul had fled on the night of the 18th April, and the siege of Chitral was raised. He enclosed a return of the killed and wounded, which, he requested, might be forwarded to India. Then we went through the list, and came across poor Baird's name among the killed. This was the first we had heard of it, the natives all declaring that it was Gurdon who had been killed. Among the wounded we came across Surgeon-Major Robertson severely and Captain Campbell severely. Poor old General Baj Singh and Major Bich

to Chitral, so we sent off one with a note, sayin

out it. We sent back a post to Mastuj by some Nagar Levies who had just brought in a po

r myself, that with the departure of any uncertainty about our arrival in

the game. At any rate, they might have given us a run for our money in front of Chitral, and this seemed to

ral valley. A halt was ordered to allow the main body to form up, as the guns had had a bad tim

e, which had not been destroyed, and, soon after, of the fo

side, the buglers were sent to the front, and we marche

ere very glad to shake hands again with all our old fr

g the fort, with our front on a nullah and pickets facing south. Our b

was a great deal to hear and tell, and for the first time we began to realise what a touch-and-go time the garrison had been having. T

e went back to camp, and most of us took the opportunity to write home. I also took a photograph when everyone was assembled over the homely cup of tea. The bottles on the table look like whisky, but they only contain treacle made by melting down country goor

sible, but our kit generally was in a pretty disreputable state, and there was a good deal of work wanted in the laundry line. Most of us, also, had misgivings about our boots. I was reduced to choosing between boo

ging by actual distance, we had not done much; it was more the difficult nature of the ground and the altitude at whic

aps! they were walking skeletons, bloodless, and as quiet as the ghosts they resembled, most of them reduced to jerseys and garments of any description, but s

ritish agent, was wounded by a Snider bullet. There is also the loophole, afterwards made, from which a sentry inside the tower could fire at anyone within a few feet. Then I got Harley to show me the site of his sortie, and pretty gr

shelters used by the Pathans when not amusing themselves with ri

n a photo at the beginning of the book, but taken in more peaceful times. It shows the bridge in the distance

Gurmuskh Singh and Jemadar Atta Singh. Atta Singh put on white gloves to

daile looks very like Diogenes in his tub. I also took some Kafirs who strolled into camp. We used to buy their daggers, but they got to

the 3rd Brigade under General Gatacre arrived, f

a square, and General Low made a speech, in which he said that the honour of raising the siege of Chitral belonged to Colon

ucted by the B.A., resplendent in political uniform, we soldiers being in khaki. The parade was dismisse

k to Gilgit, to take up Baird's duties,

ed. There are only one or two of us now left in Gilgit who took part in the march;