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soon reached it. Bower and Dauvergne were 

 still on the mountain. 



The servants came crowding up with the usual 

 anxious inquiry, " Kutch shikar mella ?" " Have 

 you had any sport ? " But I suddenly found I 

 was dead beat, and could only reply, " Bring me 

 tea at once ! " Whilst I was going, I did not 

 realise how done I was ; but now, as I lay on my 

 camp-bed, I came to the conclusion that I had 

 never done such a hard day's work. Some tea 

 soon revived me, and calling to Barat, I told him 

 to send a pony to bring in the last goolja. He 

 said the shikaris had not yet returned from the 

 first beat, so I gave him directions to follow my 

 track over the snow which covered the steppe, 

 and he could not fail to see the red handkerchief 

 on the opposite side ; then changed my things, lit 

 a pipe, and felt quite jolly again. 



Bower and Dauvergne came in soon after, hav- 

 ing seen plenty, but they had not killed any. 

 Bower, who is as strong a walker as I ever met, 

 was just as dead beat as I had been, and we came 

 to the conclusion that, to work on these Pamir 

 ranges, a good meal at starting is necessary. 

 Walking on an empty stomach does not answer. 



We had gone out in the early morning after a 



