SPOKT AND LIFE IN THE 

 FURTHER HIMALAYA. 



A DAY IN CHITRAL. 



IN the month of June the Chitral river is a black 

 flood, swollen by numerous glacier torrents, tear- 

 ing at a tremendous pace along the intricate way 

 it has, in the course of ages, worn for itself among 

 the giant ranges of the Hindu Kush. The muffled 

 thunder of huge boulders being rolled along its 

 rocky bed by the tempestuous flood can be heard 

 for miles. On either hand vast masses of moun- 

 tains rise up till their snowy peaks appear, at 

 an infinite height, to meet the sky. The lower 

 slopes, called in Eastern idiom the " skirts of the 

 mountains," have comparatively gentle outlines, 

 but as they rise they become steeper and more 

 rugged till, vegetation left far below, the line of 

 eternal snow is reached a desolate region of ice- 



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