42 SPORT IN THE HIGHLANDS OF KASHMIR chap, hi 



under snow. Indeed, I knew this myself, for I had 

 repeatedly seen, after crossing the Pass, the tops only 

 of telegraph posts sticking up out of the snow, and 

 had frequently stepped over the wire where the path 

 crossed the line. In many places the wires and posts 

 were completely buried, and lay for miles many feet 

 beneath us as we travelled over the surface. 



The Rentons, notwithstanding their own discomfort, 

 kindly asked me to dine with them, but I had too much 

 writing to do, and too many things to dry to leave my 

 room. About midnight I turned in, lulled to sleep by 

 the sound of the wind outside, and the steady drip on 

 the floor beside me, as well as on the bedclothes, which 

 latter annoyance I was too tired and sleepy to take any 

 further trouble to avoid. 



