A SUMMER IN HIGH ASIA. 



fired at. Scrambling down the hillside was the 

 very well, was exceedingly steep, and the wind 

 was so high that I found it hard to keep my Etna 

 alight to cook my mid-day cup of Bovril. As I 

 neared my camp, I was astonished to observe some 

 additional tents pitched, and found that H. of the 

 Goorkhas, whom I had met in India some years 

 before, had arrived and joined camp. The pleasure 

 of meeting a fellow white man can only be appre- 

 ciated by one who has only had natives to speak to 

 for some weeks, or, it may be, months, and our 

 dinner that night was a merry one. We agreed 

 that, as our roads lay in the same direction, we 

 wo ild proceed together. 



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