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we were at the other side. I looked round and 

 told him to open his eyes and let go. Never did 

 I see a man look so happy ; he fell down and em- 

 braced my knees. He followed me to Gaomukhi, 

 staying near my tent all the time I was there. 

 He used to say his prayers at the mouth of the 

 glacier, and meditate in his yellow cloth for the 

 rest of his time. I could not get him to eat any- 

 thing but a little rice and dall, although burrel- 

 meat was plentiful in my camp. He only asked 

 for the skin of a beast to take back with him as 

 a souvenir. 



I shot burrel in this spot until I was ashamed, 

 and left, taking seventeen heads with me. I 

 marched down the Bhagarutti as far as Batwari, 

 then took a line across the hills to British Gunval 

 via Okimat and Pomwali. 



At one camp I heard a good many sambur 

 trumpeting at night, so took a look round the 

 forest next day, and came across one or two 

 beautiful stags, quite the finest horns I ever 

 saw ; but as they were in velvet, did not shoot 

 them, only wished much it had been a month 

 later. 



After this I made my way back to Dagshai, 

 where my regiment was then stationed. 



