CHAPTER VI 



FOURTEEN THOUSAND FEET HIGH 



The glaciers creep 



Like snakes that watch their prey, from their iar fountains, 

 Slowly rolling on ; there, many a precipice 

 Frost and the sun in scorn of mortal power 

 Have piled dome, pyramid, and pinnacle, 

 A city of death, distinct with many a tower 

 And wall impregnable of gleaming ice. 



SHELLEY. 



ALL this time S. and I were getting no shooting, 

 one of the reasons for which you will find 

 in Colonel Ward's book on Kashmir. Against July, 

 August, and September it is written that these months 

 are the worst three in all the year for sport in that 

 country, there being little else but bears to be had. 

 There was just a chance of a bar a singh, too. We 

 decided to get away westward, back into the country 

 near Soper, taking on our way Srinagar, the capital 

 of Kashmir. Having come up the Sind Valley, we 

 should see fresh country by going back down the 

 Lidder Valley, and it was possible to cross from 

 the head of the one to the other by the pass over 

 Yem Sar, but this route is not to be recommended 

 to any inactive individual. 



We left Sonamerg on September ist, and rode 



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