CHAP. XIII 



A GOOD BALTISTAN ROAD 



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melting snow, and I hoped the coohes would come in 

 time to cross, as it would have been awkward if they 

 had been compelled to stop on one side with the things 



A PIECE OF GOOD ROAD IN BaLTISTAN, NEAR BALCHU VILLAGE (p- 204). 



while I was on the other. They turned up about 

 noon and just managed to get over. In another hour 

 they would have been too late, for by that time the 

 river was a regular flood, against which no one could 



