SEARCHING FOR A PASS 
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The 1 8th August was consequently given up to rest. 
I went no further than Littledale’s camp. There were 
still signs of a fire having been made between some 
soot-grimed stones, and the ground in the vicinity bore 
numerous traces of his caravan animals, so that we now 
had plenty of fuel. It was even possible to discern a 
sort of pathway which the animals had trodden, and 
by the side of the brook was an old shirt that somebody 
had flung away. At this spot the streams which drained 
both the eastern and the western portions of the lati 
tudinal valley united, and pierced the northern range by 
SCENE OF littledale’s CAMP, 
NOT FAR FROM MY CAMP NO. VIII. IN NORTHERN TIBET 
a picturesque gorge. d he neighbourhood was a vast 
quarry of black clay-slate. Weathered on the surface, 
it split into thin laminae, and alternated with hard crystal- 
line schists ; both varieties of rock being very much 
folded. At noon the confluent stream had a volume of 
210 cubic feet in the second; the water was as bright 
as glass and babbled along with a cheerful noise, tumbling 
over or foaming round the water-worn stones in its bed. 
Our camp was pitched in a sharp loop of the winding 
stream, and as it were upon a sort of little peninsula, 
skirted by the brook which drained the western part 
of the latitudinal valley. The volume of water was 
lowest in the morning, and increased as the day wore 
