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CHAPTER X. 



THE FURRIABADEE GLEN HOT SPRING WATCHING IBEX DISTURBING 

 A FAMILY PARTY BEAR CUBS ; TOO YOUNG TO SHOOT, BUT TOO OLD 

 TO BE CAUGHT BENIGHTED ON THE HILL FOREST FELL AND FLOOD 

 SNOW-SLOPES A LONG AND DIFFICULT STALK COUNTING ONE'S 

 CHICKENS BEFORE THEY ARE HATCHED THE IMPOSTOR RUINS OUR 

 CHANCE " VANITY AND VEXATION OF SPIRIT " " DOOK " A HERD 

 OF SPLENDID IBEX OLD RAMZAN'S WAY OF STEADYING MY NERVES 

 HIS GRIEVOUS DISAPPOINTMENT LUCK AT LAST MORE BIG BUCKS 

 SATISFACTION ALL ROUND ROUGHING IT A NIGHT IN A WURD- 

 WAN CHALET F-SHARPS CHOAR NAG WILD SCENERY BLACK- 

 BEAR SHOOTING IN THE MULBERRY GROVES OLD MIRZA ; SURGEON 

 AND BARBER A HUMMAM IN SRINUGGER A STRANGE PRESENTI- 

 MENT SADLY FULFILLED FISHING IN THE JHELUM PROHIBITED IN 

 CERTAIN PLACES THE REASON WHY" DOLCE FAR NIENTE "SHAWL 



WEAVERS KURBEER'S SAD END "sic TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI." 



THE mountains on both sides of the Furriabadee river, and 

 around its sources, were at that time considered about the 

 best of ibex grounds, and probably they are so still, for there 

 are sanctuaries among them to which the ibex can betake 

 themselves, and where no human foot can follow. 



The Furriabadee, which drains the snow-fields and numer- 

 ous glaciers about its sources in Sooroo, joins the Wurdwan 

 river at Marroo, whence we now directed our steps up its 

 magnificently wild valley. After proceeding about seven 

 miles, we pitched our camp beside a fine hot spring, in which 

 I enjoyed the luxury of a warm bath. From the semi- 

 civilised evidences about this wild romantic spot, I judged it 

 must have been considered a sort of Leukerbad by the good 



