We could not, however, stop at Alipur, so after some consultation we settled to take the mail-cart ponies and ride on to camp.

We could hear the boom of guns at intervals, and as we neared Delhi we came across several dead bodies of the enemy.

It is a curious fact that most of these bodies were exactly like mummies; there was nothing disagreeable about them.
Why this should have been the case I cannot say, but I often wished during the remainder of the campaign that the atmospheric influences, which, I presume, had produced this effect, could assert themselves more frequently.
We stopped for a short time to look at the position occupied by the enemy at Badli-ki-Serai; but none of us were in the mood to enjoy sight-seeing.

We had never been to Delhi before, and had but the vaguest notion where the Ridge (the position our force was holding) was, or how the city was situated with regard to our camp.

The sound of heavy firing became louder and louder, and we knew that fighting must be going on.