182 Narrative of a Journey to Clio Lagan, fyc. [Aug. 



valley of the eastern Kali then opens into the main valley of the Kunti- 

 Yankti, our road falling into the Kunti road at the hamlet of Tala- 

 Kawa, and thence entering on ground already sufficiently described in 

 my way to Kunti. 



Having tried in vain to reconcile the map with what I saw of the 

 ground between Lipu-Lekh and Garbia, I have come to the conclusion 

 that the map is wrong in many particulars. The position of Kalapani, 

 if the same site as that pointed out to me, may be about right, but 

 from that to the " Mandarin" the distance is very far short of the truth, 

 leaving no room for the two confluent streams of Yirkha and the other, 

 which have been omitted accordingly ; on the other hand the " Koonlus 

 Peaks" interfere with the necessary corrections, which if the position 

 of the former has been truly fixed by distant triangulation, indicates 

 some radical error in the survey of the valley. The Kali meets the 

 Kunti river at right angles a long way above Changrew, and not as the 

 map has it, in an acute angle tending south-eastward towards that 

 village. The confluence of the Tinkar river is equally misdirected ; it 

 should come obliquely from the north-eastward running close under the 

 village of Changrew. 



It was more than 5 hours' walk from Yirkha to Garbia, where I ar- 

 rived at 3^ p. m. I here found my servants and all that I had left be- 

 hind at Kunti, and I was not sorry to exchange the inhospitabilities of 

 Hiindes for some of the comforts of civilized life again. 



It cost me the rest of the afternoon to clean myself, ablutions having 

 been quite out of the question during the last 10 days; even now my 

 face was only just enough recovered from the blistering of Lankpya 

 Dhura to bear a gentle application of warm water. On looking into the 

 glass I was quite astonished at my own visage ; my nose was one entire 

 cicatrix, contrasting strangely with my cheeks, which had already 

 changed their skin and were now a color that I had never known since 

 boyhood in England ; such roses are to be gathered only in the gar- 

 dens of Hundes. 



(To be continued.) 



