134 SOOKOO PASS TO LADAK. 



little birds attended most familiarly at my dinner, coming 

 fearlessly close to the table to receive fragments, only 

 temporarily routed by the sudden desperate onslaughts of 

 Sara at them, who pursued them with relentless animosity, 

 they just keeping beyond his reach, and again returning 

 when he, out of breath, was busily occupied with his 

 bone. They were merely birds attached to the village, 

 quite at large, yet wonderfully tame, and treating me as 

 an old acquaintance, jumping to catch bits thrown to 

 them, their bright, little, black eyes glittering and rolling, 

 as they appeared as though they were saucily winking at 

 me the jolly old birds ! 



The name of this village was Sarkur, as near as I can 

 define the sound. 



