Rifle and spear with the Rajpoots: being the narrative of a winter's travel and sport in northern India . chool—he was verycheery, and looking forward to passing his three daysChristmas holiday at the salt mines at Khewra. Thereare four Englishmen at that dismal little station, but tohim it was apparently a little Faris of gaiety and his only friends are a number of fox-terriers, andwe went round to pay them a visit. Every dog wasclothed in a little woollen coat to keep it from catchingcold. With imported dogs I believe this is absolutelynecessary; but it looks so funny ! On our
Rifle and spear with the Rajpoots: being the narrative of a winter's travel and sport in northern India . chool—he was verycheery, and looking forward to passing his three daysChristmas holiday at the salt mines at Khewra. Thereare four Englishmen at that dismal little station, but tohim it was apparently a little Faris of gaiety and his only friends are a number of fox-terriers, andwe went round to pay them a visit. Every dog wasclothed in a little woollen coat to keep it from catchingcold. With imported dogs I believe this is absolutelynecessary; but it looks so funny ! On our way back tothe house we passed the native cook-shed, and I wish Ihad had the strength of mind to turn my head the other 186 RIFLE AND SPEAR WITH THE RAJPOOTS. way. The dirtiest Irish shanty was clean compared withit; round the fire several chickens and village dogs wereamicably seated, and a goat warmed himself at the steamfrom a kettle. From Nurpoor we left the hills, descending by a steepzigzag path down a ravine where leopards are sometimesfound. At the foot we came to a little salt mine, around. AT NURPOOR. which were a crowd of coolies waiting to load their littleblack donkeys with salt. Then we passed through anarrow, picturesque gorge, with high red precipices oneither side, and here and there a white waterfall of dried-up salt pouring out of the cliff. At every point of vantageis a small guard-house of the revenue police; and I believethey form a cordon entirely round the salt district. IN THE SALT DISTRICT. 187 Everything is salt; even the air has the peculiar saltsmell of the seaside. The path along the bottom of theravine fords the stream some twenty or thirty times. Myhorse sniffed the water, but would not drink ; it was salt asbrine. Almost at the end of the pass a small spring offresh water wells out of the rock, and near here we pitchedour tents. Whilst we were waiting, a herd of oorialappeared for a moment on the hill above. They quicklyvanished, and were prob
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