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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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their comrades. Having found that everything had been satis-
factorily arranged, and that they themselves and all their
equipment were, as far as could be seen, in proper working trim,
I packed them off in ekkas to Kashmir, and they drove away
from the regimental lines with broad grins on their jolly round
faces, hugely delighted with themselves.
Meanwhile, I had to go round by Murree to pick up my
own kit. I had been travelling in the train and in the tonga
by road to Abbottabad all the night, and now, before evening,
I had a forty-mile ride into Murree. But it was a delightful
trip amid the most lovely scenery, as the road passed along
near the crest of a pine-clad ridge, with long vistas over the
plains of the Punjab on the one side, and here and there on
the other side glimpses through the beautiful deodars of the
snowy ranges of Kashmir, and once of the distant Nanga Parbat
—the Naked Mountain—standing out over twenty-six thousand
feet above sea-level, a true monarch of the mountains.
One day I spent in Murree, and then finally started on my
journey, catching up my little Gurkhas on the following day
at the then terminus of the cart-road, five marches from Murree.
It was necessary to push my party along as rapidly as possible,
so I mounted the Gurkhas on ponies and made them do
double marches. A Gurkha is not at home on the back of
a pony. He is made for climbing hills, and not for riding.
And these little men were not at all happy at first, but they,
at any rate, found it better than walking twenty-five miles
a day in the hothouse atmosphere of the Jhelum valley in July.
While they marched up this valley and then crossed the
Wular Lake in boats to the entrance of the Sind valley, down
which I had come two years before on my way from Peking,
I went to see the British Resident, Colonel Parry Nisbet, from
whom, on this as on many another occasion, I received not
only that help which I might expect officially, but also that
thoughtful consideration which was more like what a father
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