114 RIFLE AND SPEAR WITH THE RAJPOOTS. 



The road is very picturesque, first through two or three 

 pretty little villages, then ascendiug, cut out of the cliff 

 some hundred feet above the river bed. 



It was a long dusty march, and we were both tired, 

 perhaps more from the unaccustomed heat, when we reached 



A QUAIKT "LIi WOODEN BKIEGE AT IHAMBA. 



the top of the pass above Chamba. From here the Maha- 

 raja's great white palace looked cpiite near, although we 

 have yet some six or seven miles to go. We were pleased 

 to see in the immediate foreground two horses sent to meet 

 us. Mine is a smart, skittish little beast, with a decidedly 

 Irish eye. As the road is only some four feet broad, and 



