LETTER III.

Camp near Tatta, four miles from the Indus,

January 1st, 1839.

My DEAR FATHER,--I write to wish you a happy new year on this the first

day of 1839, which, if it turns out as its opening prognosticates, is

likely to be a very eventful one for me, if I do not get knocked on the

head or otherwise disposed of. I wrote to you from the ship Syden, about

the 28th of November, and to Kate from our last station at Bominacote,

on the right bank of the Hujamree, about the 12th of last month, both

which letters will, I expect, leave Bombay to-day by the overland mail

for England; but as another mail will leave on the 19th, and I thought

you would be anxious to learn as much of our movements &c. as possible,

I dare say the present letter will not be amiss.

We remained at our old encampment, Bominacote, until the 26th of last

month, and I picked up my health very fast there, and was able to enjoy

myself shooting a great deal, particularly the black partridge, which

is an uncommonly handsome bird, and much bigger than the English. The

2nd brigade of infantry, consisting of H.M. 17th regiment, the 19th and

23rd regiments Native Infantry, under the command of General Gordon, a

Company's officer, together with the 4th Light Dragoons, a regiment of

Native Cavalry, and one troop of horse artillery, left the aforesaid

place on the 24th, with Sir John Keane and his escort; and the first

brigade, consisting of ourselves, the 1st Grenadiers, and 5th regiment

Native Infantry, under the command of our chief, General Willshire, left

on the 26th. I was on out-lying picket the night before, (Christmas

night,) and a very curious way it was of passing it. The first part of

the night, till twelve o'clock, was exceedingly fine and beautiful, and,

as I lay on the cold ground, my thoughts travelled towards poor old

Devonshire, and I could not help fancying in what a much more

comfortable way you must be spending it at home, all snug, &c. at

Brookhill. After twelve, the strong northerly wind, which blows with

great force at intervals this time of the year in this country, sprung

up, and it soon got intensely cold. Towards two I forgot myself for

about half an hour, and nodded on my post, and on awakening I was taken

with what I am sure must have been a slight attack of cholera. I was

stone cold, particularly my arms, hands, legs, and feet, and suffered

excruciating pains in my stomach, till nature relieved me, which she

was kind enough to do uncommonly frequent. I had luckily some brandy

with me, of which I drank, I should think, half a bottle down without

tasting it; but it did me a great deal of good at the time, although I

have not been well since, and am still very far from being so. Our

camels, of which I had two, were furnished us by the commissariat, and

we ought to have had them at four o'clock on the day before; but, like

everything else, we did not get them till four o'clock the morning we

marched, about an hour before we turned out. I had to trust entirely to

Providence with regard to mine, as to whether I should get them or not,

as I was on outlying picket, and could not attend to them, and I had

just two minutes, after coming from picket in the morning, to get a

mouthful of villanous coffee, when I was obliged to fall in with my

company, which formed the advanced guard of the brigade, and march off

in double quick time, leaving all to chance. My poor stomach wanted

something most awfully to stop its proceedings, but it was totally out

of the question, as General Willshire hurried us off at a slapping pace;

luckily, the march was only eight miles, so it did not fatigue me much:

I marched on foot the whole of it, as I could not get my pony in the

hurry of starting. We got nothing to eat till two o'clock, when part of

our mess things arrived, and we pitched into whatever we could get. This

march; though, was by far the most pleasant, as we had a good firm tract

of country to pass over, and no sand. The "rouse" sounded at five, and

we marched again at half-past six. This night I was on in-lying picket,

and was obliged to pass it in harness, and ready to turn out at a

moment's notice, although awfully tired. We had a very unpleasant march,

as the north winds got up soon after we started, and blew the dust and

sand right into our eyes; we had, however, being on the advance guard,

comparatively easy work, as there were only two sections with each

officer: the poor column suffered severely. This day, however, was

paradise compared to the next, which was eighteen miles, through an

uninhabited sandy desert, with a few tamarisk shrubs and no water,

except a few stagnant pools, which was the cause of the march being so

long, there being no place for encampment. General Willshire, however,

made the best of a bad matter, and sent on the night before to a place

about half way, and the least unchristian-like spot he could find, half

the men's rations for the next day, together with the bheesties (or

water carriers) and the men's grog, &c., with orders for the cooks to

have these rations cooked and ready for the men as soon as they marched

in; so that on arriving at the ground we piled arms and formed a curious

sort of pic-nic in the middle of the desert. We halted here about an

hour, and lucky it was that the men got the means of recruiting their

strength in this manner, as the latter part of the march was a terrible

teaser. We marched off from this place about twelve. Although we had

found the morning pleasant enough, with a fine bracing breeze, yet in

the afternoon, about half an hour after starting, the wind went down,

and the sun shone out terribly; the sand in some parts was half knee

deep, and although there was no breeze to blow it in our faces, yet it

rose from the trampling of so many feet in successive dense columns, and

completely enveloped the whole brigade, almost blinding the men, so that

they could hardly see the man before them, and getting into their noses

and mouths so as nearly to suffocate them; however, they bore it

manfully, and marched straight through it like Britons. Our encampment

that night was at a place called Golam Shah, on the Buggaur, one of the

branch streams of the Indus. We found that the second brigade had only

left it the same morning, having been obliged to halt there the

preceding day; and General Willshire found a letter from Sir John Keane,

advising a halt there for the following day, which we accordingly did,

and a precious comfortable day we had. I got off my pony at the close of

this day's march with a dreadful headache, and had to wait for an hour

till Halket's tent and kit, with whom I am doubling up, arrived. His

servants brought me the delightful intelligence that my camel man had

bolted with his camels at our last encampment, and that my things were

all left there on the ground, with my servant, and that it was quite

uncertain when they would be up; in fact, it seemed exceedingly doubtful

whether they would arrive at all. However, they did come in at last,

but very late, on three ponies, two bullocks, and one donkey, which were

the only things my boy could get, and for which I had to pay

considerably. I turned in as soon as I could; and the next day, which

was a most wretched one, I was very unwell. This place, Golam Shah,

must, I think, be one of the most wretched places in the whole world,

situated as it is in the heart of a desert, with only one

recommendation,--viz., the river Buggaur, the water of which is

excessively sweet and wholesome. The day we passed at it was the coldest

I remember since leaving England. A strong northerly wind blew the whole

day, and the clouds of dust and sand that rose in consequence were so

thick as perfectly to obscure the sun, and all we could do we could not

keep ourselves warm. Here we had the misfortune also to lose the only

man that has as yet fallen on the march, an old soldier. He was taken

with cholera at eight in the morning and died at twelve at night: he was

buried about six hours afterwards, just as the regiment marched. The

hospital men had no time to stretch him, and he was laid in the earth in

the same posture in which he died, with his arms stuck a kimbo, pressing

upon his stomach, which shews that he must have suffered intense agony.

Poor fellow! they had not time to dig his grave very deep, and I am

afraid the jackals will be the only benefiters by his death. We left

this place the next morning, the 30th, and arrived here (Tatta) about

eleven o'clock, a twelve-mile march. A great number of the 2nd brigade

rode out to meet us, and the 4th Light Dragoons very kindly asked us to

breakfast immediately on our arrival. You may be sure they had not to

ask us twice!

Tatta is a very ancient town, said to have been built by either

Alexander, on his march down the Indus, or by one of his generals; the

ancient name was Patala. At that time the country was in possession of

Hindoos, or, at least, of the followers of Brahma, who were most

probably the original possessors of the greater portion of the east.

Afterwards, on the rise of Mahomet, it was soon in possession of his

followers, who seem to have held it for a long period, as they have left

magnificent proofs of their grandeur, both in the city and all round the

neighbourhood, which is studded with splendid cupolas, domes, temples,

and tombs; there is one in particular in the town itself an old tomb,

now used as a caravanserai, which is excessively handsome. When I talk

of a tomb being turned into a caravanserai, you will of course

understand that a tomb in this part of the world is very different from

one in the western part of the globe. This tomb itself would cover as

much ground as Exeter Cathedral. The inside of the domes are very

beautifully enamelled in the chastest colours, and with most excellent

taste, and would put to shame the most handsome drawing-room in London,

I should think. I have never repented not being able to draw so much as

I have since I have been in the East, but particularly since I have been

at this place, where there is so much that would look well in a sketch;

but I would not give twopence to be able to draw and not draw well,

particularly when I see the daubs that some men, who fancy they are

hands at it, produce, after fagging at the simplest thing possible, and

I believe that if nature does not give you a turn for it, all the trying

possible would never make a painter, and that what the old Roman proverb

said of the poet, "Non fit sed nascitur poeta," is equally applicable to

the painter. I tried it for a short time, at Hanover, but my master told

me I was the most awkward and stupid pupil he ever had, and advised me

to cut the concern, and I followed his advice; nor am I sorry that I did

so, as I should never have been able to draw well, and should have only

been discontented, and given it up in disgust. We have, however, two

officers in our regiment who both draw and sketch exceedingly well; and

I will try to get duplicates from them if possible, so that, if God

spares my life, and I ever return home, I shall be able to shew you some

specimens of the country we have passed through.

_Jan. 2nd._--Well, we are to have no fighting, at least at present, it

appears. This will be cheering news for Kitty, I expect. We were most

egregiously disappointed in the town or city of Tatta itself. We saw it

at a great distance on our march, and on arriving on our encamping

ground, it looked excessively well, and gave us the idea of a very

handsome place. We saw what we imagined to be high houses, built of

stone, towers and pillars; but lo! when we rode in to examine it, these

splendid buildings turned out to be a most miserable collection of white

mud houses, which had the appearance of stone at a distance. Some of

them were tolerably high, certainly; but the most wretched-looking

things possible. This is the case with most towns in the east. Like

Dartmouth, they all look best à la distance.

I am sorry to say that we have a great many men in the hospital now, and

four officers on the sick list; two of them very unwell. All the cases

are bowel complaints, and most of them dysentery. This is the case

generally. While on the march, soldiers seldom feel it; but when the

halt afterwards comes, then they get touched up awfully. However, it is

not to be wondered at, when one considers the quantity of duty which

they have to perform at present. Out-lying and in-lying pickets, and

guards, &c.; add to which, the being suddenly transported from the

climate of India, to which most of them have become inured by a

residence, on the average, of twelve years, to this comparatively cold

and changeful climate, is enough of itself to shake them a little. They

have also done what no Indian troops have done before: in marching in

India, almost everything is carried for the soldier; he merely carries

what he does on parade--viz., his firelock and accoutrements. Our

regiment though, by-the-bye, has always carried a blanket, with a clean

shirt and stockings and flannel waistcoat wrapped up in it, that they

may be enabled to change as soon as they have marched in. On this march,

each man has carried his knapsack, with his kit in it, twenty rounds of

ammunition, a havresack with his day's rations, and a small round keg

containing water, the weight of all which is no joke. While at

Bominacote, we fully expected to have a little fighting after passing

Tatta, and on our arrival here we heard a report which induced us to

believe that we should have a brush with the Ameers very shortly; but it

appears now that the Ameers have seen the folly of such proceedings, and

have determined to receive us amicably, and to assist our passage

through their country, and that it was only one of the Ameers that was

inclined to be restive. He endeavoured to stop our camels, &c., and

managed to do so for some time, and collected as much of what they call

an army as he could--about 5000 of these Beloochees, but with no guns,

or anything of that sort. However, on collecting them, they represented

to him that the British troops were behaving so well, and the

inhabitants of the country were getting so much more money for their

articles of sale than they ever got before, that they considered it was

more for their profit and advantage that the English should march

through their country than that they should oppose them, and get licked

into the bargain, as they were sure they would be. All eastern nations

have an awful dread of European artillery. It also happened that the

poor Ameer had unfortunately not the wherewithal to carry on the war,

and his army made excessively high demands on him, you may be sure. The

consequence of all which was, that the army dissolved itself as quietly

as possible, and the poor Ameer found himself solus. The result is, that

a deputation is now here, with a small force from the head Ameer, at

Hydrabad, under the command of Nûr Mahomed, another Ameer, and that he

has made most ample apologies for the conduct of his brother Ameer, and

offered not only to let us pass through his country, but to assist us in

so doing to the utmost of his power. It was indeed well for the Ameers

that they came to this decision, as had they acted contrary we should

have taken possession of their country to a moral certainty. Now they

have a chance of keeping half the loaf.

We have here certainly the flower of the Bombay army, and a very

respectable force in every respect: two of the best European regiments,

four of the best native, the 4th dragoons, two regiments of light

cavalry, two troops of horse artillery in prime order, and a battalion

of foot artillery, together with a splendid band of auxiliary horse from

Cutch, the finest looking fellows I ever saw: they arrived here on the

same day as ourselves. I was standing on one of the hills as they wound

their way round it; I was never struck with anything so much, nor have I

ever seen anything so orientally military before. They are dressed in

green garments, edged with gold, and red turbans, tied under the chin,

like the old Mahratta soldiers; their arms are match-lock, lance,

scimitar, and pistols, and they appear to be excellent and practical

riders. They are quite an independent corps, each man finding his own

horse, arms, accoutrements, &c., and they take good care to be

excellently mounted. They have a few European officers attached to them

from the Bombay establishment. Their dress is also uncommonly handsome;

a green hussar dress, with gold braiding. In addition to all this force,

we have a subsidiary one nearly as large, coming on directly to follow

our steps, and occupy Sinde, while we march on with the Bengalees for

Cabool. This force, they say, is to consist of H.M. 40th regiment from

Deesa, the 10th, 16th, 22nd, and 24th regiments, 23rd N.I., together

with H.M. 90th and 61st regiments, and Ceylon Rifle Corps (Malays) from

Ceylon, so that I expect the government at home will have to send more

regiments to India as quickly as possible. Sir J. Keane is very likely

to have the command of the whole force, both Bombay and Bengal, as they

say Sir H. Fane is gone back to Bengal with half the Bengal force, in

consequence of the Burmese declaring war; which, as might have been

expected, they did directly when so many regiments were marched from

their neighbourhood. This report is, however, contradicted, and they

say now that Sir H. Fane is going home, and will meet us at Shikarpoor

or Hydrabad, give up the command to Sir J. Keane, and go down the Indus,

and thence to England overland. Which is the true version I know not;

but I am afraid that I have little chance of meeting Colonel Fane, and

giving him Arthur's letter, which I expected to do when I wrote last. I

am delighted at the prospect of our going to Cabool: there we may have

some fighting, and have a chance of being permanently quartered till we

return to Europe, whenever that may be.

What the original cause of all this was, as I told you before, I hardly

know; and you are more likely to get at the true version from some of

the Indian newspapers, or from any friends you may have connected with

this part of the world, than from me. But, as far as I can learn, this

appears to be it: Shah Shooja is the rightful heir to the throne of

Cabool, and Dost Mahomed is what Mr. C. Dickens calls the "wrongful

one," alias the usurper. Dost Mahomed had possession of the country, and

the Indian government, from what motives I know not, determined to

unseat him and replace Shah Shooja. In this matter they are assisted by

old Runjet Sing, King of Lahore, or, as his oriental title goes, "the

blind lion of the Punjab." The Persians, on the contrary, took part with

Dost Mahomed, insulted our resident at their court, and besieged Shah

Shooja's party in Herat; from which, however, after a siege of long

duration, they were finally obliged to retire. There was a report at

first that Russia was concerned in this affair, and that Russian troops

were present with the Persians at the siege, but these turned out to be

a regiment or two of Russian renegadoes whom the King of Persia has in

his pay. There was another report of a letter having been discovered

from the government of Russia to the King of Persia, which induced the

belief that the Emperor of Russia was playing a deep game, the object of

which was to lessen our influence in the East; and many people, I

believe, are very much of this opinion. How far all this may be true I

know not; but I have been told by old Indians that for a long time the

Indian government have been anxious to have a strong footing in Sinde,

and to command the navigation of the Indus; and that now they have the

opportunity they are not likely to let it slip. The Afghans are a very

hardy race of men, and we may have some sharp work with them; but I

think a gun or two of our horse artillery would have sent the Beloochees

scampering. They are miserably equipped; but being nearly all robbers,

they might have annoyed us by a night attack, which would have been

anything but pleasant, particularly for the poor sub. on out-lying

picket. Some Bombay native merchants are at present at Tatta; they have

been here for ten years, and have been afraid to stir for fear of being

robbed. I have no doubt but that the inhabitants of the country would

prefer our government considerably to that of the Ameers, as they are

exceedingly tyrannical, and grind their subjects to the last degree,

demanding half of everything that is offered for sale. When Burnes

travelled first in this country, some few years ago, and was received by

the Ameer in divan, at Hydrabad, an old priest who was present is said

to have reproved the Ameer for receiving Burnes so civilly, and to have

told him "that since one Englishman had seen the Indus, it would not be

long before they would be in possession of it;" and so it seems likely

to turn out.

Well; as long as I keep my health I care little where we go or what we

do; but marching in ill health is a great damper to the spirits. The

stay-at-home soldiers in England little know what service in this

climate really is. I should like to see ---- of the ---- on out-lying

picket here; he would not find it quite so pleasant as Almack's. I have

very little time to add more, as the post goes to Bombay to-day, but to

wish you all at home a very happy new year, and love to all relations

and friends, as you may not hear from me again for some time. I will

endeavour to pick up as many curiosities and things of that description

as possible for you, if I do not get knocked on the head. I keep a

journal, and will write by every opportunity. Your next letter to me may

find me in Cabool. Once more, good bye.

Ever your affectionate son,

T.W.E. HOLDSWORTH.

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