uring the Umbeyla campaign of 1863, and afterwards went on
to command the Punjab Frontier Force, as did also Sir Charles Keyes. Of
Sir Frances Jenkins a book might be written, for his connection with the
Guides extended over nearly twenty-four years. He was one of the most
accomplished soldiers who have ever served in the Indian Army and
carried with him much of the breezy skill in war of Sir Harry Lumsden.
Sir John McQueen also was a soldier of great renown, who afterwards
commanded the Punjab Frontier Force. Other roads bear the names of Bob
Hutchinson, who, as above recorded, was killed in the night attack on
Malandrai; Walter Hamilton, killed in defence of the Kabul Residency;
Hector MacLean, who earned the Victoria Cross and died to save a comrade
at Landaki, in Swat; Quentin Battye, who, mortally wounded, passed
peacefully away at Delhi with the words _Dulce et decorum est pro patria
mori_ on his lips; Wigram Battye, killed bravely charging in
Afghanistan, and Fred Battye, killed at the Panjkora. Great names these
all, and spreading still their soldier influence, perhaps insensibly,
over the spirit of their old home and regiment.

Out beyond the cavalry parade-ground is the Home Farm, and on each side
of it run the cavalry and infantry rifle-ranges, skirted by fine avenues
of trees. Between the infantry range and the church are two of the best
polo-grounds in India,--grounds which have produced many famous players
and many famous teams. The church was erected by public subscription to
the memory of Colonel Hutchinson, and claims the great attraction to
sojourners in a foreign land of being like a little English church. On
the walls are tablets to the memory of Sir Harry Lumsden; Major F.H.
Barton, the cheery, gallant sportsman who was killed at polo in 1902;
Major Gaikskill; A.W. Wilde, son of Sir Alfred; Hector MacLean; Quentin
and Fred Battye; Major G.H. Bretherton, who was drowned on the way to
Lhassa; Charlie Keyes, son of Sir Charles, treacherously killed in West
Africa, and many others. The churchyard is beautifully laid out with
many rare plants, flowers, and trees. There remains only, to finish up
with, the old cricket-ground, now used entirely for lawn-tennis,
badminton, and croquet; for cricket flourishes not in India at this day,
though doubtless a revival may come before many years, as is so often
the case with games.

The daily life at Mardan is much the same as in any other Indian
cantonment. In the