When told they were just too late for a relay, the rage of one of them--a short, apoplectic-looking little man--was awful to behold.

As I mounted, his companion came up and politely advised us not to attempt to ride to Murchakhar by night.

"The road swarms with footpads," he said, in a mysterious undertone; "you run a very great risk of being robbed and murdered if you go on to-night." "You would have run a far greater of being frozen to death, if we had not saved you by taking these horses," cried Gerome, as we rode coolly out of the gateway.
Bideshk is noted for a great battle fought in its vicinity between the army of Nadir Shah and Ashraf the Afghan.

Its post-house is also noted, as I can vouch for, for the largest and most venomous bugs between Teheran and Ispahan.

We only remained there three hours, and felt the effects for days afterwards.
All trace of ice and snow disappeared a few farsakhs from here, and we galloped gaily across a hard and level plain to our destination for the night.