In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . assto prevent my entering the country, and before they couldhave time to discover my whereabouts I should be too farahead for them to find me. Nattoo arrived in camp al-most simultaneously with ourselves and had a long tale ofwoe to relate. He had been half-way up the snow was deep, and there were huge and treacherouscracks in the ice. As he was on his way up, an avalanchehad fallen, and it was merely by the skin of his teeth thathe had escaped with his life. This was to him an evilomen, and he had turned back without rea
In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . assto prevent my entering the country, and before they couldhave time to discover my whereabouts I should be too farahead for them to find me. Nattoo arrived in camp al-most simultaneously with ourselves and had a long tale ofwoe to relate. He had been half-way up the snow was deep, and there were huge and treacherouscracks in the ice. As he was on his way up, an avalanchehad fallen, and it was merely by the skin of his teeth thathe had escaped with his life. This was to him an evilomen, and he had turned back without reaching the sum-mit of the pass. He seemed scared and worn out, anddeclared that it was impossible for us to proceed that the thrilling account of the Kutials mis-fortunes had a depressing effect on my men. What withthe intense cold, the fatigue of carrying heavy loads athigh elevations over such rough country, and the fearfulrivers which they dreaded, and so many of which we hadcrossed, my carriers became absolutely demoralized at the 154. \^sfe^ &>. THE MANGSHAN GLACIER CAMPING AT 16,150 FEET thought of new hardships ahead, all the more when I as-sured them that I did not believe Nattoo, and that 1 shouldgo and see for myself. It was in the afternoon, and therefore some timebefore sunset. There would be moonlight. I had onthat day marched eight miles,* and though the soles ofmy feet were cut and sore I was not really tired. Ourcamp was at an elevation of 16,150 feet, a pretty respect-able altitude, considering that the highest mountain inEurope is only 15,781 feet. Dr. Wilson insisted on ac-companying me to the top, and Kachi Ram and a Rongbacoolie volunteered to come as well. Bijesing, the Johari,got on his feet after some persuasion, and that completedour little exploration party. Chanden Sing, who was reallythe only man I could trust, was left in charge of the camp,with strict orders to punish severely any one who mightattempt to turn back duri
Size: 2138px × 1169px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1900, bookpublishernewyorkandlondonha
