' STAKT FOE THE HILLS. 5 



memory's map by the fall of the noble 

 moose, the death of many a bear, the jolly 

 camp, and the dear friends who had shared 

 both toil and sport, led me to look with 

 longing eyes in the direction of the towering 

 summits of the Himalayas. Arrangements 

 were soon made, six months' leave of absence 

 obtained, and a companion found in Robyn, 

 one of my sporting ensigns. 



On the evening of the 2nd April, placing 

 our palanqueens on horse-trucks, we were 

 driven with various success sixty miles to 

 Deobun. Halting there during the heat of 

 the day, we, Engiishlike, passed the hottest 

 hours in the sim, skylarking and pelting 

 the monkies who swarmed in troops around 

 the place. Continuing our journey Avith 

 bearers towards the Deyrah Dhoon, where 

 we were to remain a fortnight en route to 

 the hills, daylight found us at the foot of the 

 pass through the Sewalick HUls, a low, but 

 picturesque range, which divides the beau- 

 tiful valley of the Dhoon from the plains of 

 India. Jumping from the palanqueens we 



