172 SPORT IN THE HIGHLANDS OF KASHMIR chap. 



side of the Kutyal valley. From Jutyal it had never 

 been visible, and I was quite glad to see again the 

 well-known jagged summit, lit up by the rays of the 

 setting sun. The evening had turned quite fine, and the 

 hoary old peak was bathed in the softest and loveliest 

 shades of pink and rosy red, changing as the sunlight faded 

 into the most exquisite tints of purple and mauve. The 

 eye never tired of that indescribable scene. I had watched 

 it now several times, and I was glad to think that I should 

 probably witness it for many evenings more. 



Dinner was naturally a scanty meal that night. 

 There was a little bacon and a very small amount of 

 tea and sugar, and Abdulla said he had a couple of 

 handfuls of flour. So he made me two chupatties, and 

 these with a slice of cold bacon and a drink of water, 

 made an appetising but not exactly copious repast. The 

 men made themselves comfortable with lots of firing in 

 another sheepfold. Everything considered, we were not 

 so badly off after all. 



The night was brilliantly fine, and the moon nearing 

 the full, and when, before lying down, I turned to have a 

 look out, I was almost startled by the appearance of Hara- 

 mosh. The huge peak shone with a pearly whiteness 

 in the moonlight against a background of blue black sky. 

 I had thought it looked near with the rays of the setting 

 sun upon it, but now it looked nearer still, and appeared 

 as if almost overhanging the valley immediately below. 

 Three sides of the sheep-pen were open to the sky, 

 and I could see the lonor ranee of snow -clad moun- 

 tains, of which Haramosh is the most conspicuous object. 

 They looked close as if almost forming part of the other 



