CHAPTER XIX. 



THE TOUR CONTINUED 



AFTER this description of the Doon, I will resume 

 the narrative of my tour. I remained at Dehra 

 about a week, and then I set off on my return. I 

 marched along the valley in the direction of the Jumna, 

 and re-entered the plains through one of the western 

 passes. The first march was a long one, but very 

 pretty — all fields of rising crops, interspersed with 

 groves of mango trees and neat little grass -hutted 

 villages. Now and then the road was bordered by 

 hedges of aloes or wild rose and white raspberry, and 

 always along the horizon on one side was the great 

 wall of the Himalaya, on the other the green, forest- 

 covered slope of the Shewalic. As we went on the 

 slope grew lower, and the peaks behind it came into 

 view; they were so many, so small, and so sharp, and 

 so close together, that they somewhat suggested the 

 idea of a gigantic saw. Soon after this we reached 

 our encamping-ground. 



Close beside the encamping-ground was a grove 

 of mango trees, and a little below it was a river. It 

 was the same small river I have already mentioned 



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