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The falling was wet too, but, as we were soaked 

 through in the first five minutes, that made very 

 little difference. Crossing a stream, one of the coolies 

 fell with his load on the brink of a precipice, but 

 was just saved by the next man, who caught him and 

 pulled him up. He cut his foot badly. 



After an hour or two of marching the mist cleared 

 away, the rain kept on, but it became " beautifully 

 fine " for Chamba ! As we crossed over a spur of 

 hill, Fuffta dropped down on all fours and pointed, 

 and we looked, and saw a kart standing out on a rock, 

 perhaps eighty or a hundred yards away. Will, who 

 had his rifle, knocked him over. The shot startled 

 seven or eight others which seemed to have been 

 taking shelter under the rocks. We shot four more, 

 and they all fell about a thousand feet below. The rest 

 ran off, down the face of the cliff to all appearance. 

 It was marvellous to see the pace at which they got 

 along and the jumps they made, for it seemed to us 

 that there was no room for foothold anywhere. 



None of the kart were good ones, but on this occa- 

 sion we were only shooting for the pot, and we were 

 glad of the chance of getting a good feed for the 

 men, after their hardships, and also for ourselves. 

 Next morning the coolies went out to look for the 

 kart and bring them in. They found four of them, 

 and of course there were broken horns and bones 

 among them after having fallen from such a height. 



As we marched down, we saw a tremendous water- 

 fall which shot out from a cliff and fell across to the 

 opposite hill, near the bottom of it, splashing up from 

 the ground below and above the tops of the trees. 



