In Gurwal 



states of defence against (a) European troops with 

 guns, and (b) savages without, knowing full well 

 meanwhile the number of picks and shovels 

 requisite for such defences; and finally, having 

 with an imaginary but red force utterly routed a 

 rabble of blueish hue, and reduced Chakrata to 

 imaginary ashes, we were able to seek for peace 

 in the hills. 



I had as a companion this time, Lieut. now 

 Major Winwood, D.S.O., Fifth Dragoon Guards. 

 We started by crossing the hills to Mussoorie, 

 where we collected twenty-eight coolies, who 

 with my old skikaras, Hira Singh and Joarou, 

 and three personal attendants, completed the 

 outfit. No sooner had we started than the 

 weather broke and it rained on and off, mostly 

 on, for the whole trip. This practically ruined 

 the whole shoot, as day after day we were in the 

 clouds, and could see nothing. We marched with- 

 out much delay to Tehri, only stopping by my 

 old serow nullah. Here Winwood promptly 

 bagged a fine buck serow to the delight of both 

 of us, and not least of our carriers. Tehri is very 

 low, about 1000 feet, and entirely shut in, so it 

 was most uncomfortably hot and stuffy at this 

 time of year. We camped on the banks of the 

 Bairgrathi river opposite the town. The river is 

 crossed here by a somewhat rude suspension 

 bridge. The town is small but pretty; the 



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