A SUMMER IN HIGH ASIA. 



the summit I saw some specimens of the Vanessa 

 Ladakensis butterfly, and in the foolishness of my 

 heart thought to capture them ; but, after running 

 twenty yards, found that I was as beat as if I had 

 run a mile at a lower elevation, added to which the 

 sun-glare off the stones was such that one lost sight 

 of them completely when they were only a few 

 yards away. The view from the summit of this 

 pass westwards is magnificent, over the lower red 

 and yellow hills that surround the Tso Moriri to 

 the barrier of snows that divides Ladakh from Spiti 

 and Zanskar. 



Going on some way farther, we pitched our camp 

 at Dongan, near the marshy border of a stream, 

 and here I put up two snipe, but, of course, had not 

 my gun with me at the time. When I did get it, 

 and went to look if there were any more, equally 

 of course, I saw none. The following day we 

 struck northwards over some low hills, said to be a 

 favourite resort of goa. We had not gone far before 

 we saw two nice bucks, which, however, had been 

 alarmed, probably by our yaks, which were going 

 along at the foot of the hill, and which went and 

 lay down near some kyang. Oh, those kyang ! 

 Three times did we stalk the goa, and on each 

 occasion, just as I flattered myself that we were 

 nearly within shot, the brutes of kyang began to 

 snort and dance about, effectually putting the goa 

 on the alert, and taking them off for about a mile 

 up hill every time. This sort of thing was getting 



