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CHAPTER XXL 



Below the northern slopes of Doonagiri purbat, in the 

 middle of an immense kind of corrie several miles broad, 

 lies a Bhotia hamlet bearing the same name as the moun- 

 tain, at an elevation of nearly 12,000 feet. The broken 

 grassy slopes about the foot of a big glacier which runs 

 down the east side of the purbat and discharges itself 



A " Sanga,'" or wooden bridge. 



into this huge natural amphitheatre, are, early in the 

 season, a favourite resort of burrell, before the villagers 

 take their flocks up there for the summer pasturage. 

 Thither, therefore, I now resolved to direct my steps. 

 Crossing the Doulee by a rude wooden bridge, we pro- 



