

A SUMMER IN HIGH ASIA. 



monotonous, and the work arduous, when at last the 

 kyang went off in one direction whilst the goa took 

 the opposite one. 



After a long stalk I got to within a hundred and 

 fifty yards of the latter, who were far below us and 

 lying down, and, waiting till one got up, I fired and 

 dropped him ; I now turned my attention to the 

 second one, but never got a fair chance at him as 

 he galloped away. Looking at the first one I saw 

 that he had risen, and was going slowly away, hit 

 through the shoulder, as we could see by the glasses 

 from the blood. Very foolishly (I really ought to 

 have known better by this time) I followed him up 

 at once, with the natural result that he gradually 

 quickened his pace, and though he was pursued for 

 many hours, we never got him. The fact was, that 

 seeing him bleeding copiously from the shoulder, 

 I thought that he would not be able to go far, but 

 the wound must have been a merely superficial one, 

 and, as I had fired from almost immediately above 

 him, had probably only grazed the shoulder. In 

 the middle of the day we halted not far from one of 

 the salt lakes typical of these regions, the waters 

 of which were of a brilliant blue colour. This lake 

 is surrounded by yellow and red hills (one very 

 curious one, almost overhanging the lake, looks as 

 if it has a ruined castle on top of it), the name is 

 Lam Tso. Farther away are forbidding precipices 

 and the lofty snow-clad summits that are crossed by 

 the Parang- La (18,600 feet), which is on the road 



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