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the description, the reahty itself never palls. 

 We enjoyed ourselves excessively, our only 

 drawback being the pitiable state of poor 

 Case's feet, which were so cut and bruised 

 by the rough walking that he could hardly 

 hobble along, and nothing but pluck carried 

 him to the end of the daily march. 



We had been successful with the tahir 

 and gooral, I was in a good shooting vein, 

 and by the end of June we reached Gan- 

 goutrie, and were likely to have first-rate 

 sport. But the old proverb, "many a slip 

 'twist cup and lip," holds as good in the 

 Himalayas as elsewhere, for one snowy day 

 when we had just returned from a long- 

 walk, our dak came in from Missourie, with 

 orders to join forthwith at Ferozepore, 

 whither the Regiment had been ordered 

 from Umballa. Agnew and Anderson had 

 been murdered at Mooltan, and troops were 

 being concentrated on the frontiers of the 

 Punjab in readiness for whatever might 

 occur. We had previously heard of the 

 deaths of poor Agnew and his companion. 



