came across pack ponies ridden by fierce-looking Nepaulese or Bhutans, who carried huge knives about 15. Tong and broad in proportion. I don' think the ponies had seen a bicycle before, and when T had to pass them a vicious-looking set of hoofs shot out at
I passed throug! clouds of butter-intervals from" snorting Udy flies at a point which made the road appear as though we passed through enchanted ground.
Slowly the great earth's barrier through which I crept shut oat the outer world, and I was no longer thirteen days from London, but in" world of my own, The Tibetan and Bhutanese women scampered off on iny appearance. In one case I rode by group. On one side of the road was a wall-like rock, and these women swarmed up very much after the manner of lizards. They climbed till they could climb no farther, and for all I know they may be hanging there yet.
"At Yantok I left my bicycle, and started out on a pony in a dash for the frontier. The country rapidly changed. Gone was the warm-tinied, glo and in its place was a grit, The path was hewn from the side of precipices, and crept along in the misty, him light of late afternoon in gaunt and hollow ghost land.
wTereined heavily, and was bitterly cold, my head began to spin round with mountain sickness, and Iscarcely remember those last few miles to the but at Changoo, Alone, except for two native followers, who knew neither road nor language; stumbling slong, wet through, in the darkness and pouring rain which shortly turned to snow, the experience was a painful one.
"That night slept beside a big wood fire rolled up in my clothes and four blankets, but still frozen with the cold. Next day I started for my final climb through @ barren snow-laud, about eleven thousand feet above sea level. maintained its impregnable harshness right up to the frontier, and my lest gi the flags which point out the boundary.
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