A SUMMER IN HIGH ASIA. 



Alps, carpeted with turf and bright with flowers, we 

 camped in a lovely spot. Half a mountain had 

 fallen down and dammed the stream, which here 

 forms a brilliantly clear lake, some half a mile in 

 diameter, and in this lake was reflected the brilliant 

 purple, red, and blue of the surrounding rocks, and 

 dazzling white of the snow which came down almost 

 to its edge. The stream enters this lake at its 

 upper end in a cascade, and round the margin is a 



CAMP BELOW CHORE AT-LA 



(STORMY WEATHER ON THE 



GLACIER). 



belt of short, bright-green turf. I w r as not sorry 

 that the coolie whom I had sent to Skardo for my 

 letters had not yet turned up, and, as I could not 

 cross the Pass without him, I remained for a day in 

 this lovely spot. Being a golf enthusiast, I had 

 brought a driver with me, and a putter, and so, 

 having made a hole in the short turf, I instituted a 

 putting competition for the camp, I should think 

 the first time that the royal and ancient game had 



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