Rifle and spear with the Rajpoots: being the narrative of a winter's travel and sport in northern India . our route,till we cross the mountain range before us, and enterthe Chamba valleys. There is no flat spot near thevillage, so we descend some two hundred feet, ami pitchour tents in what seems a charming nook on the bank of the stream. November mh.—We halt, and take the opportunityto air and turn out our things, which drives the ayah,the laziest of creatures, frantic. She compels ones admira-tion, for she has brought the art of doing nothing toabsolute perfection. Lately, she has hit on the
Rifle and spear with the Rajpoots: being the narrative of a winter's travel and sport in northern India . our route,till we cross the mountain range before us, and enterthe Chamba valleys. There is no flat spot near thevillage, so we descend some two hundred feet, ami pitchour tents in what seems a charming nook on the bank of the stream. November mh.—We halt, and take the opportunityto air and turn out our things, which drives the ayah,the laziest of creatures, frantic. She compels ones admira-tion, for she has brought the art of doing nothing toabsolute perfection. Lately, she has hit on the plan ofsitting down some little distance off, when the haltingplace comes in sight, and remaining concealed until thetents are up, beds made, and everything prepared for the 104 RIFLE AND SPEAR WITH THE RAJPOOTS. night. Then she comes in, remarks with satisfaction Allclone, and retires to the fire, which she never leaves untilwe start again. We find we have chosen an icy cold corner for ourcamp, for the sun sets about noon. At least he getsbehind the steep hills above us, and when we are in shadow. we find we have OHOSKN AN Ii y cold corner. a sharp frost immediately commences. A present ofexcellent wild honey is brought to us, but as theparticular caste of Hindoo in this neighbourhood keepneither chickens nor eggs, we are left on rather shortcommons. November 20th.—Early this morning we sent off amessenger with letters for the Maharaja of Chamba, and a. AFTER TAHIR. 105 little later ourselves start for the mountains on the left ofthe pass, where we hear there are tahir. The road was verybad, and we thought to be very clever and avoid thefearful climb the coolies were taking, by following insteadthe banks of the torrent. We had not gone above acouple of miles, when we were stopped short by a precipice,and had to climb an extremely steep hill to regain thepath. Its slopes were covered with short dry grass, soslippery, that, although we were wearing grass-shoes, itwas almost
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