A SUMMER IN HIGH ASIA. 



we could make out two lots of oorin, the first that 

 I had ever seen. Salia now decided that we were 

 not high enough, so off we started again for 

 another stiff two hours' climb up the ridge, at the 

 end of which time we reached the snow. As we 

 lay here, watching and resting, we observed five 

 figures high up on the mountain-side and apparently 

 tending some cows, but examination through the 

 glass revealed the fact that one of them carried a 

 gun and that they were stalking my oorin ! This 

 was too much ! Off set my shikaris to give chase, 

 and off by this time also set the oorin ; the shikaris 

 came back again, but the oorin didn't. It was 

 very disappointing after all our toil ; however, on 

 thinking it over, I confessed to myself that it was 

 rather hard on the villagers not to be able to chase 

 game on their own hills, though, of course, I did 

 not tell my followers so, but talked long and loud 

 of reporting the case to the Rajah of Kapalu, and 

 of having the whole village put in irons, as it is 

 against the law for any villager to carry a gun or 

 to shoot, if a Sahib is in the valley. However, the 

 oorin had gone, and there was nothing for it but 

 to admire the view, and this I must say made up 

 to some extent for the toil and disappointment of 

 the stalk. Looking up the valley I could see the 

 whole group of the Mustagh peaks, though one or 

 another would become occasionally veiled in cloud. 

 The nearest of them, Masherbrum, rose sheer at 

 the head of the valley, and behind were other 



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