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0221 Tibet and Turkestan : vol.1
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doi: 10.20676/00000231
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but it gave us a hard struggle through a new-fallen
snow. It is an ugly spot, claiming native victims
almost every winter and stopping for several months
of each year the thin stream of official or sporting
travel which sets toward Leh. There were twenty-
five Europeans up and down during the summer
which had just ended as we, the last birds of the
season, made our escape from the Himalayan
mountain-cage, to spread an easy wing over India's
open plains.
We haltingly trudged the steepest slopes; the
ponies rolled and lunged heavily in the belly-deep
snow, losing the trail on dangerous side-hills, and
finally we had once more the joy-killing experience
of discharging the animals and man-handling the
loads. But night found us under smoky shelter—
we rejoiced in our success—and the morrow! Are
there not a few days in your memory which are
garlanded for their beauty and are perfumed by
their happiness?—the day you learned to swim, the
day you went to college, the day you left it, the
day you were engaged, your wedding-day, the day
you won your first case, the day your underwriting
was complete, the day you were elected to the office
that sought you, the day your story was accepted?
Such a day comes to him who, breasting still the
Himalayan snows, out from the Himalayan naked-
ness, rides down from Zoji Pass, viewing the glorious
vestments of the Sind, where it rushes to sink on
the fair bosom of the vale of Kashmir. Hindoo,
Afghan, Persian, and Arab have seen and sung this
Eden, whose riches of spreading branch, clinging
vine, brilliant flower, and sparkling stream have for