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short way. We heard a muffled cry and then 

 indistinct shouts for help, and when we looked the 

 man had disappeared. All the men jumped up and 

 ran in the direction of the cries, stopping and peering 

 down every crevasse that they passed. They found 

 the missing man had fallen down a crack in the ice, 

 and the big load that he had strapped on to his back, 

 prevented his going more than a few feet down; 

 without this, they said, he must have fallen to the 

 bottom. Some of the men knelt down holding on 

 to each other, and one man, lying down, was just 

 able to reach him and hold on while his load was 

 unfastened, and they pulled that up first and then 

 himself. It was a relief to every one when he stood 

 on firm ground once more. 



After that they continued their journey and we 

 noticed how extremely carefully they went. It 

 certainly made us more cautious in avoiding rotten 

 snow and not skipping over so many crevasses as 

 we had been doing. Bunker, too, was tied with a 

 stout strap. 



Then there came bad weather again and more 

 bad weather, and so much thick cloud and mist 

 that we could see nothing, and this went on until 

 the leave was up. We had scarcely fired a shot and 

 the only things in the bag were, I think, one red 

 bear and a barah singh stag. 



We were once in the Himalayas after that; my 

 husband, sister and I went into Tilail one hot 

 weather. They were both very busy with their 

 cameras, and I must say they made better shooting 

 with them than I did with my rifle. They made 



