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snow, but nowhere else. Kmerging from the valley we got 
on to a high tableland where we are encamped at an elevation 
of 15,822 feet. This place is called Darwaza Sarighot, and 
there is a scanty crop of yellowish grass growing about here 
on which our wretched horses are having a feast. From here 
we can see a long low looking range of mountains (the Kuen 
Lun) to the north of us, running from about N.W. to S.E. 
Birds to-day: Corvus tibetanus, Montifringilla hematopygia, 
Otocoris penicillata, and a solitary Hoopoe (U. epops). 
17th.—Camp Chibra, 16,920 feet. I started from Darwaza 
Sarighot early this morning to try and get a shot at Antelope 
which had been seen not far from our camp yesterday evening ; 
a fine bright morning, but very cold (minimum last night, 
0°: F.). I followed the course of the stream for about a mile 
and then turned up to right where I got into a succession of 
rolling downs covered with short yellow grass. Saw four 
white looking Antelopes with lyre-shaped horns (Kemas 
Hodgsonit), but could not get within shot. A long ride after- 
wards over fairly level ground, skirting banks of shale to the 
left, to our camp here on a small plateau at the base of the 
Kuen Lun. 
On arriving here I found the pony which had carried my 
tent, rolling on the ground, apparently suffering from gripes. 
Its owner had slit its nostrils and cut out pieces of the 
nasal cartilages to cure the beast! When a_ horse is 
suffering in this way its breathing is much distressed, and 
hence the nasal cartilages show out prominently at each 
respiration : the wise horse owner at once jumps to the con- 
clusion that the cartilage is the cause of the horse’s distress and 
at once proceeds to free the animal of the supposed offending 
body—I need scarcely say without benefiting his patient. I 
gave the pony some brandy and chlorodyne, but it died in a 
few hours. 
18¢h.—On leaving Chibra this morning we entered a long 
valley, with high hills on each side, which led us by a very 
genile ascent to the Suget Pass (17,872 feet), marked by the 
usual heap of stones. The descent was steep and abrupt, over 
stony ground covered with snow, into a ravine down which a 
stream was flowing northwards. I followed the course of this 
Suget stream, often wading through it, and finding its rocky 
bed very difficult to travel over, until the valley widened out 
and began to show signs of vegetation. I soon found myself 
riding through a stunted willow and Hololachne jungle, with 
lots of grass growing about: a most welcome sight after the 
arid region we have been gomg through for the last ten days. 
Our encampment here, Suget, is amongst the willows (Suget— 
