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the only game to be had is wild sheep. The joiiniL-y from 

 Mussoorie to Nilang would be an easy one. There are no 

 passes to cross, and there is a good made road to within 

 two marches of the latter place. The distance could be 

 done easily in thirteen stages by laden coolies, and by 

 double marches the shooting grounds could be easily 

 reached in a week : a fortnight for sport, and another 

 week for the return journey. So that within a month a 

 keen sportsman could come out from Mussoorie, make a 

 good bag of barhal in Tibet, and get back again. Or, if 

 he were not in a hurry, good sport could be had on the 

 return journey both with gun and rifle. This is worth 

 noting by the jaded revellers of that hill station who 

 are in need of a pick-me-up after the dissipations of the 

 season. 



In the morning I went down the valley and turned up 

 the hillside on the right. I saw nothing but ewes ; but by 

 way of compensation had glorious views of snowy mountain 

 peaks in the direction of Nilang, the first I had seen after 

 some days. These peaks are probably Kamet and his 

 neighbours. The wind on the ridge above was terrible — 

 a good example of the Tibetan gale at its worst. Two 

 rams came down from the hill I went up, and walked 

 across quietly to the valley on the left, a few yards from 

 the tent, while I was toiling on the heights above ; and 

 shortly after a young ram and a ewe came down from the 

 same direction and grazed by the stream, not one hundred 

 yards from the tent, for more than an hour ; they then 

 quietly went up the side valley. Yet another example 

 of the vicissitudes of sport ! 



Going up the side valley after breakfast next day, I 

 saw three rams, but they saw us first — and that was the 

 end of that story. We went a long way up, but saw 

 nothing else, and came back to camp at six. Some traders 



