Rifle and spear with the Rajpoots: being the narrative of a winter's travel and sport in northern India . out ten oclock we made out a fire some milesbelow, which was doubtless our camp. Shortly afterwards aspeck of light dancing about in the distance like a Will-o-the-Wisp, turned out to be some of our men with lanterns in search of us. A hugecamp fire and some steam-ing hot grog prepared bythe thoughtful Santan werea very welcome sight, andI felt quite sorry forSINGrui:- Rahman, whose principles would not allow him to touch spirituous liquor. However,the zest with which he swallowed his tea
Rifle and spear with the Rajpoots: being the narrative of a winter's travel and sport in northern India . out ten oclock we made out a fire some milesbelow, which was doubtless our camp. Shortly afterwards aspeck of light dancing about in the distance like a Will-o-the-Wisp, turned out to be some of our men with lanterns in search of us. A hugecamp fire and some steam-ing hot grog prepared bythe thoughtful Santan werea very welcome sight, andI felt quite sorry forSINGrui:- Rahman, whose principles would not allow him to touch spirituous liquor. However,the zest with which he swallowed his tea would havecharmed Sir Wilfrid. Indeed our shikari is a very thorough-going abstainer, and prides himself upon never having takentobacco, opium or alcohol. Tea, very strong and sweet, ishis only vice,—at least he says so. November 9th.—Still overcast, with drizzling pass is quite hidden by dense clouds, and it is snowingheavily on the mountains. Rahman says the winters snowhas begun, and that we are lucky to have crossed the will be probably many days before the snow gets firm on. A COLONY OF NEURALGIC MONKEYS. 79 the hill where we saw the bears. Its steep slopes of slipperygrass were difficult walking yesterday, and to-day, coveredwith half-melted greasy snow, would be nearly , very reluctantly, we decided to give up the bears, andmake our way to Kishtiwar. By 10 the last kilta was started off, and we turnour footsteps down the valley. The further we descend thewarmer it grows. The snow turns to sleet, and the sleet torain. We pass a colony of monkeys shivering in the cold,and huddled together like human beings. Khaira says thecold nights give them neuralgia, and that they sit in rowsholding their heads in their hands and crying like children. We follow the stream down to Mogul-Maidan, ourhalting-place for the night. Although supposed to be avillage, there were no houses to be seen. But as soon as itgot dark a good many lights appeared on
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