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that the bridges across the Ringbi and Ratong were broken, we were 
compelled to proceed by the long route via Tingling. So after par. 
taking of murwa presented to us by the mundul or headman, and 
having made purchases of rice, fowls, eggs and butter, at 10.30 
a. M. we resumed our march in a westerly direction. Having crossed 
through the Liebong cultivation and clearance, and making a rapid 
and very steep descent, we crossed the Ringbi by a bamboo bridge 
thrown across a deep narrow gorge, through which the whole body of 
the stream rushed with impetuosity, rolling and boiling over large 
blocks of gneiss rock. The Ringbi at this spot is very narrow, con¬ 
fined between steep rocky sides, the bed of which is full of deep 
pools of clear water. The ridge was not more than twenty feet in 
length, and the view of the river from it very wild. After a steep 
ascent and a slight descent we reached the Ringbi, here we bathed, 
washed clothes and had tiffin. Air 70° ; water 56°. 
Left the river at k to 2 p. m. and after a steep ascent of 40 
minutes reached our halting-place at Tingling, altogether a distance 
of about eight miles. We put up in the house of the headman of 
the village, who very politely offered us his apartment on the floor 
of which our dinner was cooked. We turned in early, but what 
with the coughing and loud talking of our host’s family, some 
of us did not get to sleep until near morning. There was an ill- 
natured cur at this place, who several times snarled and snapped at 
our heels. 
We had not been in bed very long before a rumbling noise, not 
unlike the devotional murmurings of a Llama, was heard, which 
shortly increased in earnestness and became louder and louder. At 
last it was indistinctly heard to say, “ that beast of a dog has got hold 
of my hand and won’t let go, he has bitten my hand right through 
now and then the same voice was very distinctly heard to say, “ I’ll 
eat no more dinner, I was in a mortal funk, and could get no one to 
take the beast off, though I tried hard to do so.” This was our 
friend Kemble who had evidently partaken freely of dinner, and was 
labouring under the effects of nightmare. 
The Molee Goompa is immediately above Tingling on the summit 
of the Molee mountain. The Chanacheeling, Pemionchee, Tassiding, 
Rubolong, Gyratong, Doobdee and Kaichoopeenee Goompas are all 
visible from this place. 
