358 THE FILGKOrS END. 



serpent, that puts up in the cave also, but as 

 we neither saw him, nor the goddess, I do 

 not give it, as an authentic fact in natural 

 history. 



Within a short distance the dead body of 

 a poor devotee was lying, his friends had left 

 him there ill, thinking it was a sure path to 

 heaven, he was frozen to death — his last 

 pilgiimage was over. 



The next day, we went out after a variety 

 of wild sheep, diiferent from any we had 

 before seen. Colls had a shot, but missed, 

 and as we never got one, I am unable to say 

 what they are. I afterwards saw a few, but 

 being hot upon an old bear, left them 

 undisturbed. 



On the 31st, we arrived at the Sheslia Nag, 

 or Silver Lake, and that evening my poor old 

 dog, Dash, who had been ill five days, died. 

 Going out with Wilson for our morning's beat, 

 I told my boy to bury him, and on our 

 i-eturn, after a long day's fag, was admiring 

 the grave covered with flowers, which these 

 good-natured fellows had placed over him. 



