112 TUNG RIVER 
Baber on his way to Wa-shan eleven years ago. The 
landlord also informed me that no European had passed 
since. During the day, which was very wet, I saw 
some feathers of the Amherst pheasant lying about on 
the path. 
May 24.—The main stream of the Tung was struck 
to-day. The road, or rather path, was dreadful, being 
very narrow, and winding about on deep declivities, 
often with a precipice on one side where a fall would 
be fatal, and barely room to crawl along in single 
file. 
At places the Tung might be seen tearing along its 
rocky bed hundreds of feet below. This is the wildest 
region I have yet been in, and the river forms practi- 
cally the boundary between the Chinese and the Lolos. 
I arrived at Chin-kou-ho at 3 p.m. This village is 
situated in a ravine, and has a roaring torrent running 
beside it, the opposite bank of the stream being formed 
by a precipice. Found a very bad inn here, and had a 
room given me over a cesspool. Finding the stench 
unbearable, I made an exchange with the soldiers sent 
from the Yamen, they not appearing to object in the 
slightest. During the day I found several interesting 
species of Lepidoptera, and from what I could judge 
this hot, steamy gorge should prove a good spot for 
collecting, and I shall note it as a station for some of 
