On going outside the fort to see the case, I found an old Pathan graybeard waiting for me.

On seeing me, he at once spat out a large quantity of dark, half-clotted blood to assure me of the serious nature of his complaint.

His history--mostly made out with the aid of interpreters--was that eleven days ago he was drinking from a rain-water tank and felt something stick in his throat, which he could not reject.

He felt this thing moving, and it caused difficulty in swallowing, and occasionally vomiting.

On the following day he began to spit up blood, and this continued until he saw me.