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ROCK-PIGEONS. 



on stakes driven into crevices below them. Blue pigeons, 

 which were plentiful among the overhanging rocks, afforded 

 some pretty shooting on the way, and were acceptable for the 



A " Sanga," or wooden bridge. 



pot. In consideration of their being the latter, I was not too 

 proud to take a family-shot at them on the ground, if I had 

 a chance. On one of these occasions I " shot at the pigeon 

 and hit the crow," not figuratively but actually, when I 

 unwittingly sacrificed a red-billed specimen of the jackdaw 

 tribe (Cornish chough) which had the misfortune to be feed- 

 ing in the line of fire. Eecrossing the Doulee next morning 

 by another very rustic, and in this instance rather rickety 

 bridge, we struck up a narrow and deep glen, as romantic 

 and wild as forest and crag could make it, passing the pic- 

 turesquely-built little wooden chalet of Ewing about a mile 

 from its foot. After ascending 4000 odd feet from the river, 

 in a distance of only five or six miles, we reached the afore- 

 mentioned wide and elevated mountain-basin, and camped 

 close beside the hamlet, to which the Bhotia inhabitants had 

 only just returned from their winter sojourn below. The 

 village padan was most attentive and obliging, and willing 



