CHAPTER XI.
KELAT--QUETTA--BOMBAY.
We encamped in the suburbs of the city, about a couple of miles from the northern or Mastung Gate, and near the telegraph office, a small brick bungalow in charge of an English-speaking native.

There is a single wire laid to Quetta, a distance, roughly speaking, of ninety miles.

A terrific hurricane, accompanied by thunder, vivid lightning, and dense clouds of black dust, sprang up about sunset the day of our arrival.

Both tents were instantly blown down, and in a few moments reduced to shapeless rags of torn canvas.

So great was the force of the wind that it snapped the tent-poles short off, and, tearing them from the ropes, sent the tents flying over the plain as if they had been shreds of tissue paper.