330 Sport and Life in the Further Himalaya 



day, the odours of wild flowers and thyme, the 

 hum of bees, the distant sound of a waterfall, 

 the eagle sailing in the sky, the snow-cock shoot- 

 ing across the valley. His memory's eye will 

 range from pine-forest to precipice, green lawns 

 to snow-filled chasms and jagged chaos, and so 

 upward to the enchanted mountain - tops with 

 their tattered cloud - wreaths. He will mark 

 again the mists drive ghost -like up the valleys 

 and bank themselves into lines of sullen breakers, 

 or with a smile dissolve into a rainbow. He 

 will think of the first flush of dawn on snowy 

 ranges, glittering sierras in a crystal air, the 

 ineffable sadness of evening stealing over purple 

 mountains. Such are the scenes that crowd the 

 memory of one that has lived for a space in 

 the haunts of the snow-bear. 



THE END. 



PRINTED BY WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AMD SONS. 



