A SUMMER IN HIGH ASIA. 



miles we came out upon undulating snow-fields. 

 The last birch-trees were now left behind, and we 

 had bidden farewell to fertility, at any rate to wild 

 fertility, for many a month to come. The summit 

 of the pass was a wilderness of snow with rocky 

 peaks on either side, and so level that it was 

 impossible to tell where the watershed might be, 



CROSSING THE ZOGI-LA. 



the only break in the white monotony being the 

 tops of the telegraph-poles, a sign of civilization 

 which accompanies the traveller as far as Kargil, on 

 the Leh, and Skardo on the Baltistan, roads. By 

 the time that the sun, rising over the eastern hills, 

 shone on the snow that had fallen freshly during 



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