A SUMMER IN HIGH ASIA, 



CHAPTER I. 



WHERE is the traveller who, 

 having 1 gazed on a mighty range 

 of hills in an unknown land, has 

 not experienced a kind of fasci- 

 nation and indefinite longing to 

 surmount the barrier and see, with 

 his own eyes, what lies beyond ? 

 It was with such a feeling that I 

 had gazed on the Himalaya from 

 the Indian side when prevented 

 by a soldier's duties and a want 

 of time from crossing their snows to explore the 

 regions on the farther slopes ; and I had looked 

 with envy on those more fortunate individuals who 

 brought back tales of the wonderful countries and 

 "Sportsman's Paradises" which might be reached 

 if leisure permitted. Accordingly, it was with 





