Shoots round a Hill Station 



hamlets on our road close to the path. We rode 

 in fairly fast, cantering much of the way, and 

 fearing at every turn to see our birds resting. 

 Not a sign of them was there, nor any exhausted 

 Gurwali waiting to be paid; only when riding 

 through Mussoorie at our journey's end did we 

 overtake our original friend, jogging easily along 

 with the basket on his head, and no intention of 

 sharing his pay with any one. 



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