Kashmir H9 



off again, and over the bridge which lands one fairly 

 in the Rajah of Kashmir's dominions. 



Only a few weeks before, Mr. Talbot, son of the 

 Resident in Kashmir, Sir Adalbert Talbot, was, at 

 Kohala, bitten by a dog presumably mad. Mr. Talbot 

 had come out from Magdalen College, Oxford, to 

 spend part of the Long Vacation with his people ; but 

 the only thing to be done after this unfortunate 

 catastrophe was for him to return to Europe at once, 

 travelling direct to Paris, and there to undergo the 

 Pasteur treatment 



Rabies is rife in India among the swarms of 

 unclaimed and wild mongrels who act as scavengers 

 in every native village and town, sleeping through 

 the day in dark corners, to emerge at dusk and prowl 

 around all night. The difficulty, after being bitten, 

 is often to get hold of the dog and ascertain whether 

 he is mad or not. 



We drove on, stopping at Dulai for tea, and sleep- 

 ing the first night at Garhi, a hot and steamy place. 



The next day we breakfasted at eight, got off at 

 once in our tonga^ lunched at Uri, and arrived at 

 Baramoula, the entrance of Kashmir, that evening. 

 The drive had been an uneventful one, a hundred 

 and twenty-five miles from Murree ; at first, between 

 brown mountains, the scenery was tame, but as we 

 got higher up it became grander. Now we had 

 heard the last of the tonga horn, blown by our 

 driver, as we cantered full tilt round the sharp corners, 

 for many a long day. 



