Till: BARA SING. 



deserted wooden hut stood on the left hand, but I saw no 

 trace of the shepherd's camp. 



Retracing my steps I paused to admire one or two 

 charming sites for a sketch, bringing in my camp, the 

 village, river, and bridge, with a long perspective up the 

 valley descended yesterday, and on the left the huge 

 hoary-headed mountain, conspicuous above its fellows, 

 and remarkable in its serrated ridge. What a picture it 

 would have made ! But I have quite given up sketch- 

 ing, feeling how entirely incapable I am of portraying 

 such sublime magnificence how inadequate would be 

 my most successful efforts to represent such scenes ! 



The shepherd had arrived. Indeed, I had met him, 

 but took him for the mukadam. He had not noticed 

 the bellowing of the stag during the night, but thought 

 there was no doubt of his being still somewhere there- 

 about. I arranged to move up to his place in the 

 evening after dinner, simply taking my bedding and food 

 for the day following, and to give chase to the stag on 

 Monday. 



In the middle of the day Subhan came, and said it 

 would be well for himself and Phuttoo to start at once 

 for the ground, and make a reconnaissance : to this I 

 consented. After dinner I set out myself, and met the 

 shepherd on the way, who whispered something in a 

 peculiar manner to Mooktoo. On my enquiring what it 

 was, he told me the bara sing was dead, shot by Subhan. 

 I was exceedingly annoyed : the act was so altogether 

 contrary to usage and orders. I was guided to the place, 

 not more than two miles from my camp, and there lay 

 the stag, a noble specimen with fine branching horns of 

 great beauty, Subhan looking guilty and agitated, 

 Phuttoo also putting on a demure look of doubtful 

 expectation. Reprimanding my delinquent hunter, and 



