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'• Yon can carry me like a bundle on a tattoo nntil I am 

 well again, or bury me on the roadside if I die, but I won't 

 go back," he said, and began to blubber. So I kept him, 

 certainly to my own great relief, and afterwards, through 

 the rest of my rough journey, to my great comfort. But 

 the other two were thorough Hindustani curs, as spiritless 

 as the pie-dogs of their country; they were only too eager 

 for the return journey. While busily engaged in making 

 these arrangements, two Ldmas came down the pass, and I 

 entertained them at four-o'clock tea. They had had a very 

 bad time on the other side of the pass, where they were 

 obliged to curl up in a cave for three days, and they had 

 not yet thawed sufficiently to be very intelligent — I could 

 not get much information out of them. Tliey belonged to 

 Eodokh, and were going on a pilgrimage to Tiloknath, below 

 the iunction of the Chandrabhaga. The evening was fine 

 and clear, but the icy wind from the snows blowing down 

 tlie valley doubled one up : no amount of warm clothing 

 could keep it away from the body ; shelter was the only 

 remedy. 



