112 TUNG BIVEB 



Baber on liis way to Wa-slian eleven years ago. The- 

 landlord also informed me that no European had passed 

 since. During the day, which was very wet, I saw 

 some feathers of the Amherst pheasant lying about on 

 the path. 



May 24. — The main stream of the Tung was struck 

 to-day. The road, or rather path, was dreadful, being 

 very narrow, and winding about on deep declivities, 

 often with a precipice on one side where a fall would 

 be fatal, and barely room to crawl along in single 

 file. 



At places the Tung might be seen tearing along its 

 rocky bed hundreds of feet below. This is the wildest 

 region I have yet been in, and the river forms practi- 

 cally the boundary between the Chinese and the Lolos. 

 I arrived at Chin-kou-ho at o p.m. This village is 

 situated in a ravine, and has a roaring torrent runnifig- 

 beside it, the opposite bank of the stream being formed 

 by a precipice. Found a ver}- bad inn here, and had a 

 room given me over a cesspool. Finding the stench 

 unbearable, I made an exchange with the soldiers sent 

 from the Yamen, they not appearing to object in the 

 slightest. During the day I found several interesting 

 species of Lepidoptera, and from what I could judge 

 this hot, steamy gorge should prove a good spot for 

 collecting, and I shall note it as a station for some of 



