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 3GS CATCHING A DESEllTER ! 



to bring up his own men, and take baggage i 



mules or ponies with him. i 



On the 24th; we made our final start from ! 



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the valley, lea\dng it by the Kishtewar Pass. j 



We had the usual trouble with the coolies, 

 who did nothing but run away, pay or no pay, 

 — they left their money, and bolted. In | 



crossing the Pass, a pony carrying my bed 

 and Wilson's, fell over tlie rock and broke its 

 neck, — sixteen rupees worth ! We had a little 

 adventure in the evening, that amused us. \ 



On reaching the halting-place, the coolies 

 had laid down their loads and bolted ; our 

 own men had pitched the camj), and Wilson ! 



and I, having gone up the hill, they said they j 



would go out coolie hunting. Four of our 

 fellows accordingly, sat down in the jungle to 

 listen for a runaway coolie, and presently 

 heard something coming. Old Karla, who is a I 



wag in his way, and very like a black bear in 

 appearance, waited for the supposed fugitive, { 



with his arms wide open to nab him, when | 



out of the bush, as Karla was going to jump I 



forward, came a snow bear. The tables were 



