IS A .lULAH. 



mango ti-ee, surrounded by cactus and 

 roses. 



The road to Dhoonda lay through a narrow 

 gorge, the bed of the Ganges, which for the 

 last four miles opened out and disclosed a 

 splendid view of the Snowy range. 



Started away early the following day for 

 Barrahaat, and made two-thirds of the march 

 before breakfast, much to the dissatisfaction 

 of the blanket-loving members of the party. 

 Our way lay still along the Ganges. The 

 scenery very beautiful, growing wilder as we 

 advanced. Crossed the river by a julah, a 

 mountain bridge somewhat trying to those 

 who pass one for the first time. Imagine a 

 few ropes hanging in mid-air, reaching from 

 bank to bank, small sticks fastened across 

 them for footing, with side ropes breast-high ; 

 the whole contrivance, when seen at a little 

 distance, appearing like the commencement of 

 a spider's web, and whilst crossing, swinging 

 and vibrating at every step, with the im- 

 petuous torrent rushing along its rocky bed, 

 a dizzy depth beneath the feet. The coolies 



