Mr. C. John Hendry, the young Woolwich engineer, recently did remarkable ride through the forbidden altitudes of Tibet.
Mr. Hendry is a son of Mr. C., Hendry, a fitter at the Royal Arsenal, Woolwich. He studied at the Woolwich Polytechnic, and was a trade apprentice at the Royal Arsenal, but his health failed, and he was sent to South Africa, where he cycled right across Rhodesia. He is now employed as a technical expert with Messrs Martin Ca., of Calcutta.
Recently ho was given a ten days' holiday, and spent the time doing this remarkable journey into Tibet and back. He cycled to. the frontier, and the remainder of the journey rode a small native pony.
"There is, I think," he says, "'somothing formidable and sullen in the way the Himalayas rise up from the burning plains, the giants of the Eastern World.
"TI left Darjeeling in the evening. At the station I fixed to my machine my blankets, " water bottle, and small cooking outfit, and with " pass for Sikkim, revolver and little enough besides, I started out for Ghoow, only five miles away, where I passed the night.
It seemed a wild idea to attempt to cycle through the country, but next day T pushed on over the rough roads which lay beside the edge of what was practically a precipice to a nek in the mountain. On each side the rond sloped to the south, dropping into preci-tons gorges and lowering billowy ranges—the whole green-clad with a luxurious growth of foliage, while far away stretched the plains of Bengal Tying like a purple-grey ses. To the north rose wonderful ranges of snow-clad summits in colossal grandeur.
have seen the Victoria Falls, and I remember my mind groping with a childlike instinct for the meaning of time
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