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here we struck up the mountain and reached our camp 

 soon after. That night it rained and blew pretty hard, 

 but the tent stood the strain very well and kept me 

 perfectly dry. 



The next day, seeing no signs of game, I sent the 

 camp to Barchu with Abdulla, by the direct route 

 along the river, taking a round over the hills myself, as I 

 wanted to photograph some of the places I had been in. 

 With a couple of men I went by the Round Gorge, and 

 the sheep-pens where we had slept on the 22nd, and so 

 down to Barchu. But that day's photographs also 

 were a failure. We saw no game, and only got a 

 drenching for our pains. For the rain came down in 

 sheets near the sheep-pens, and though my waterproof 

 kept my shoulders dry, the rest of me was soaked. The 

 camp was in a little wood on the edge of the stream, not 

 far below the village. 



On the morning of the 6th we marched to Darsu, 

 where the Munshi lives who had been assisting me in 

 the matter of supplies and coolies. Darsu is a fine village, 

 one of the best in these parts, with a large amount of 

 land under barley and wheat, and with splendid vines 

 climbing about amongst the apricots and mulberries. 



As the road on is a steady descent, the air kept 

 getting hotter and hotter, till, by the time we reached 

 Sarsal, it was very warm indeed, and I was glad to sit 

 down under the apricot trees and have breakfast in the 

 shade. 



Most of the time that I was in Baltistan, I had been 

 much exercised in my mind as to what I should do after 

 finishing with ibex and markhor. I did not know, when 



