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Table of Contents

Diary of a Pedestrian in Cashmere and Thibet ................................................................................................1

William Henry Knight.............................................................................................................................1

Preface. .....................................................................................................................................................1

Introduction. .............................................................................................................................................2

The Pleasures of the Plains......................................................................................................................4

Cashmere. ...............................................................................................................................................11

A Halt in the Valley...............................................................................................................................22

Little Thibet...........................................................................................................................................34

Ladak and the Monastery of Hemis. ......................................................................................................47

A Retreat to the Valley..........................................................................................................................52

Last Days of Travel. ...............................................................................................................................68

The Religions of Cashmere and Thibet.................................................................................................81

CHAPTER A. The Temples of Cashmere.............................................................................................92

Takt I Suliman.......................................................................................................................................94

CHAPTER B. The Mystic Sentence of Thibet......................................................................................97

Um Mani Panee. ...................................................................................................................................100

CHAPTER C. A Sketch of the History of Cashmere..........................................................................103

NOTES .................................................................................................................................................107


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Diary of a Pedestrian in Cashmere and Thibet

William Henry Knight

Preface. 

Introduction. 

The Pleasures of the Plains. 

Cashmere. 

A Halt in the Valley. 

Little Thibet. 

Ladak and the Monastery of Hemis. 

A Retreat to the Valley. 

Last Days of Travel. 

The Religions of Cashmere and Thibet. 

CHAPTER A. The Temples of Cashmere. 

Takt I Suliman. 

CHAPTER B. The Mystic Sentence of Thibet. 

Um Mani Panee. 

CHAPTER C. A Sketch of the History of Cashmere. 

NOTES  

To those for whose perusal the following pages were originally written

they are affectionately dedicated.

Preface.

With the fullest sense of the responsibility incurred by the  addition  of another volume to the countless

numbers already existing,  and daily  appearing in the world, the following Diary has been  committed to the

press, trusting that, as it was not written WITH  INTENT to publication,  the unpremeditated nature of the

offence may be  its extenuation, and  that as a faithful picture of travel in regions  where excursion trains  are

still unknown, and Travellers' Guides  unpublished, the book may  not be found altogether devoid of interest  or

amusement. Its object  is simply to bring before the reader's  imagination those scenes and  incidents of travel

which have already  been a source of enjoyment to  the writer, and to impart, perhaps, by  their description,

some portion  of the gratification which has been  derived from their reality. With  this view, the original Diary

has  undergone as little alteration of  form or matter as possible, and is  laid before the reader as it was  sketched

and written during the  leisure moments of a wandering life,  hoping that faithfulness of  detail may atone in it

for faults and  failings in a literary and  artistic point of view. 

Although the journey it describes was written without the  advantages  of a previous acquaintance with the

writings of those who  had already  gone over the same ground, subsequent research has added  much to the

interest of the narrative, and information thus obtained  has been  added either in the form of Notes or

Appendix. Under the  latter head,  acknowledgment is principally due to an able and  interesting essay  on the

architecture of Cashmere, by Capt.  Cunningham, and also to a  paper by M. Klaproth, both of whom appear to

have treated more fully  than any other writers the subjects to which  they refer. 

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As differences will be found to occur in the names of places,  between the parts thus added and the remainder

of the book,  it may be  well to explain that in the former only are they spelt  according to  the usually received

method of rendering words of Eastern  origin in  the Roman character. By this system the letters A, E, I,  O, and

U, are  given the sounds of the corresponding Italian vowels;  I and U are  pronounced as in "hit" and "put;"

and the letter A is  made to  represent the short U in the word "cut." In this way it is  that  Cashmere, correctly

pronounced Cushmere, comes to be written  Kashmir,  and Mutun, pronounced as the English word

"mutton,"[1] is  written  Matan, both of which, to the initiated, represent the true  sound of  the words. Those

who have adopted the system, however, have  not always  employed it throughout, nor given with it the key by

which  it alone  becomes intelligible; and the result has been that in many  ways, but  principally from the

unEnglish use made of the letter A,  it has  tended quite as much to mislead and confuse, as to direct. 

In the narrative, therefore, wherever custom has not already  established a particular form of spelling, the

explanation of the  sound has been attempted in the manner which seemed least liable to  misconception, and,

except as regards the letters A and U no  particular  system has been followed. These have been invariably

given  the sounds  they possess in the words "path" and "cut" respectively, a  circumflex  being placed over the

latter to denote the short U in the  word "put." 

Such names, therefore, as Cushmere, Tibbut, Muhummud, Hijra, have  been left as custom has ruled them,

and will appear in their more  wellknown costume of Cashmere, Thibet, Mahomet, and Hegira. 

The concluding sketch was originally intended to accompany a series  of brightlycoloured Cashmerian

designs illustrative of the life of  "Krishna;" and the reproduction of these, in their integrity, not  having been

found feasible, the sketch itself may appear DE TROP. 

It has, however, been retained on the possibility of the  translations  which occur in it being of interest to those

who may not  be acquainted  with the style of Eastern religious literature; while  the outline it  presents of some

of the religions of the East, bare and  simple as  it is, may be acceptable to such as are not inclined to  search

out  and study for themselves the necessarily voluminous and  complicated  details. 

London. 

"Who has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere,

With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave,

Its temples, and grottoes, and fountains as clear

As the lovelighted eyes that hang over their wave?"

Introduction.

More than a year and a half had been spent in the hottest parts of  the  plains of India, and another dreaded hot

season was rapidly making  its  approach, when, together with a brother officer, I applied for and  obtained six

months' leave of absence for the purpose of travelling  in Cashmere and the Himalayas, otherwise called by

AngloIndians  "The  Hills." 

We had been long enough in the country to have discovered that the  gorgeous East of our imagination, as

shadowed forth in the delectable  pages of the "Arabian Nights," had little or no connexion with the  East of

our experience  the dry and dusty East called India, as it  appeared, wasted and dilapidated, in its first

convalescence from the  fever into which it had been thrown by the Mutiny of 1857  58. We  were not long,

therefore, in making our arrangements for escaping from  Allahabad, with the prospect before us of

exchanging the discomforts  of another hot season in the plains, for the pleasures of a sojourn in  the

farfamed valley of Cashmere, and a tramp through the mountains of  the Himalayas  the mountains,

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of  "the abode of snow!" 

Our expeditionary force consisted at starting of but one besides  the  brother officer above alluded to  the F.

of the following pages   and myself. This was my Hindoo bearer, Mr. Rajoo, whose duty  it  was to make all

the necessary arrangements for our transport  and  general welfare, and upon whose shoulders devolved the

entire  management of our affairs. He acted to the expedition in the capacity  of quartermastergeneral,

adjutantgeneral, commissarygeneral,  and  paymaster to the forces; and, as he will figure largely in the

following pages, under the title of the "Q.M.G.," and comes, moreover,  under the head of "a naturally dark

subject," a few words devoted to  his especial description and illumination may not be out of place. 

With the highest admiration for England, and a respect for the  Englishman, which extended to the very lining

of their pockets,  Mr.  Rajoo possessed, together with many of the faults of his race,  a  certain humour, and an

amount of energy most unusual among the  family  of the mild Hindoo. He had, moreover, travelled much with

various  masters, in what are, in his own country, deemed "far lands;"  and  having been wounded before Delhi,

he had become among the rest of  his  people an authority, and to the Englishman in India an invaluable

medium for their coercion and general management. 

To us he proved a most efficient incumbent of the several offices  we selected him to fill. His administration

no doubt did display an  occasional weakness; and his conduct as paymaster to the forces was  decidedly open

to animadversion; for, in this capacity, he seemed to  be under the impression that payments, like charity,

began at home,  and he also laboured under a constitutional and hereditary infirmity,  which prevented him in

small matters from discerning any difference  between MEUM and TUUM. 

Having been employed collectively, however, it would be unfair to  judge  of his performances in detail; and

from his satisfactory  management  of the expedition, occasionally under such trying  circumstances as a

breakdown in the land transport, or an utter  failure in his tobacco  supply, we had every reason to be satisfied

with our choice. The  latter misfortune was the only one which really  interfered at any time  with his

efficiency, or upset his equanimity,  and it unfortunately  occurred always at the most inopportune seasons,  and

at a time when  he was undergoing his greatest hardships. 

As long as the supply lasted, the mysterious gurglings of his  "Hubble  Bubble," or cocoanut waterpipe,

might be heard at almost any  hour of  the day or night. "Hubble bubble, toil and trouble," was the  natural

order of his existence; and when in some peculiarly  uncivilised region  of our wanderings, the compound of

dirt, sugar, and  tobacco, in which  his soul delighted, was not forthcoming, he and his  pipe seemed at  once to

lose their vitality, and to become useless  together. The  temporary separation which ensued, being in its way a

MENSA ET THORO,  was a source of trouble and inconvenience to all  concerned, and we had,  more than

once, cause to regret not having  given the tobacco question  that forethought and consideration to which  it

would be well entitled  by any one undertaking a similar expedition. 

Overlooking these weaknesses, Mr. Rajoo's character was beyond  reproach, and for the particular work he

had to perform, his  combination of efficiency, portability, and rascality, rendered him  in every respect "the

right man in the right place." 

Such was our "head of affairs," and such the small force he had at  first to provide for. As we passed out of

India, and got further from  regions of comparative civilisation, his cares increased: cellar,  kitchen, larder,

farmyard, tents, had then to accompany our  wandering steps, and the expedition gradually increased in size,

until it attained its maximum of nearly forty. From this it again as  gradually decreased, and as one by one our

retainers disappeared, it  dwindled in dimensions until it finally reached its original limited  proportions, and

then "we three met again," once more upon the plains  of India. 


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All our necessary preparations having been completed, and a  sacrifice  of three precious weeks having been

duly offered to the  inexorable  genius who presides over public correspondence, we reduced  our  impedimenta

to the smallest possible compass, and with about a  hundred pounds to commence life with, all in two shilling

pieces,  that being the only available coin of the realm in this our second  century of British administration, we

took our departure by railway  for  Cawnpore. Here we found ourselves located and hospitably  entertained in

the house in which our unfortunate fellowcountrywomen  were confined  on their recapture from the river by

the Nana Sahib, one  of the few  mementos of the mutiny still left standing at Cawnpore. 

Next day we laid our dak for Simla, and about six o'clock in  the  evening, with the Q.M.G. on the roof, and

ourselves and our  possessions stowed away in the innumerable holes and corners of  the  rude wooden

construction called a "Dak garee," or post coach,  we took  our departure. After a few mishaps with our steed,

involving  the  necessity of getting out to shove behind, we entered upon the  Grand  Trunk Road, and with a

refreshing sense of freedom and relief,  soon  left Cawnpore in all its native dust and dreariness behind us. 

The Pleasures of the Plains.

MAY 21, 1860.  Being fairly under weigh, our first attention was  directed towards the machine which was

to be, in a great measure, our  home for many days to come. Not overburdened with springs, and not  much  to

look at, though decidedly an extraordinary one to go, our  conveyance  was by no means uncomfortable; and,

stretched upon a  mattress extending  its entire length, F. and I chatted over our plans  and projects, and

stargazed, and soon fell asleep, in spite of the  ruts on the road  and the wild discordant bugling of our ragged

coachman, who seemed  to consider that, however inferior in other  respects, in a matter  of music we were not

to be outdone, not even by  Her Majesty's own  royal mail. At first sight, the necessity of trying  to clear such

lonely roads as we were travelling was not altogether  apparent;  but a slight acquaintance with the general

principles and  laws of  progression of the national Indian institution called a  bullockcart,  or "beilgaree,"

soon clears up the difficulty. Built  entirely of wood,  and held together by scraps of ropes and cord, a  more

hopelesslooking  machine cannot exist; and drivers and bullocks  alike share in the  general woodenness and

impassibility of the  structure. The animals,  too, having probably lost all the better  feelings of their nature  in

such a service, are appealed to entirely  through the medium of  their tails, and the operation occasionally

results in the whole  creaking mass being safely deposited in some  capacious rut, there to  remain until "the

Fates"  assuming, perhaps,  the appearance of three  additional bullocks  arrive to draw it out  again.

Occasionally, too,  the institution comes to a halt for the  night, comfortably drawn up  in the centre of the line

of traffic, with  a delightful disregard  for aught but the present, and an air of  supreme contempt for the  most

eloquent music of all the ragged  coachmen on the Grand Trunk Road. 

Every five miles we stopped to change our horse, and miserable  indeed was the rawboned little animal that

made his appearance on  every occasion. Still the pace was kept up in spite of appearances,  and at seven A.M.

we reached "Ghoorsahagunge"  more generally known  as GOOSEYGUNGE  sixty miles from

Cawnpore, and 197 from Delhi. 

Here we slept in peace until eleven o'clock, and awoke from dreams  of Cashmere to the unpleasant realities

of a violent duststorm. The  usual "Khuskhus tatties," or screens of fragrant grass, which are  kept in a

continual state of moisture at door and window, and convert  the dustcharged scorching blast into a

comparative coolness, were  not forthcoming, and our halt was not a pleasant one by any means:  still our faces

were towards the mountains, and the pleasures of hope  enabled us to take our misfortunes with entire

philosophy. We started  again about five P.M., when the power of the sun was somewhat abated,  and

encountered the usual difficulties with refractory horses at every  change. A start was in no case effected

without much management and  exertion. A halfnaked black generally attaches himself to each wheel;  the

driver, from a post of vantage, belabours the miserable horse with  all his might and main; the Q.M.G. takes a

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full gallop, if we are in unusual luck, for about 300  yards. Then comes a dead stop: the same operation

commences again,  and so on, until the animal is sufficiently far from his last stable  to be able to look forward

with some confidence to the one ahead,  and  resigns himself to circumstances accordingly. One peculiarity in

this  peculiar country we found to be, that in putting our steedto,  the  English custom is reversed. The cart is

"putto," not the horse;  and  the latter being left standing anywhere on the road, the lumbering  "garee" is

dragged up to his tail, and fastened up with a combination  of straps and ropes, marvellous to behold. 

MAY 23.  Today we arrived at "Etawah," where we found a very  comfortable little staging bungalow,

but no supplies of either beer  or butter procurable. On the road in the early morning there were  herds of deer

and antelope in sight, but time being precious we left  them unmolested. 

As yet very little change makes its appearance in the character of  the country. Level plains, with patches of

trees, mango and palm,  as  far as the eye can reach, and everywhere dust, dust, dust! The  palmtrees,

however, with toddy parties scattered about among them,  serve to make the scene look cheerful, and, for an

eastern one,  comparatively lively. In the evening we again took the road, with a  hot  wind blowing strongly

and steadily, and before long we were  overtaken  by a duststorm, which completely enveloped us in its

murky  folds,  and interfered with our happiness a good deal. Got through the  night  much as usual, with the

addition of a midnight vocal  entertainment,  which some hundreds of wolves and jackals treated us  to, while

the  "authorities" were looking to our welfare, by taking off  and greasing  our wheels. Of travellers we meet

but few, generally  bullocktrain  parties, with soldiers, return daks, and an occasional  old  Mussulman, or

other native, taking advantage of the early morning  for his journey, and wrapped and swaddled up as if afraid

of being  congealed by the coolness of the morning air. 

Every day's journey leaves one more and more at a loss to discover  the  sources of the wealth of this enormous

country. The soil, for  miles  and miles a dead flat, is now barren as a desert, and we meet  hardly  a sign of

active traffic. During the night we certainly did  encounter  a long train of heavilyladen bullockwaggons;

but the  merchandize  was gunpowder, and its destination was up, instead of down  the road. 

MAY 24.  Arrived at "Kurga," where we found neither bread nor  butter  forthcoming  nothing but 

"plenty fowl, Sahib!" In the  evening  we again encountered a heavy duststorm, the worst of the  season;  the

whole night it continued to blow in our teeth; and between  the fierce dryness of the wind and the searching

particles of dust,  which visited us without ceremony, we spent anything but an agreeable  night. At three A.M.

we reached the "Hingus Nuddee," or river; and  changing our solitary horse for two fat bullocks, we crossed

its  sandy bed, and over a bridge of boats  not so genteelly, perhaps,  but much more securely, than we could

have otherwise done. There were  the remains here of a handsome suspension bridge; but the chains had  been

cut by the rebel Sepoys, and nothing but the pillars now  remained. 

MAY 25.  At four A.M. we crossed the bridge of boats over the  Jumna,  and found ourselves under the

gloomy battlements of the Fort of  Delhi. 

Entering by the Calcutta Gate, we drove through large suburbs,  lighted  up with rows of oil lamps, reminding

one, in the dim light, a  good  deal of Cairo. Arriving at the dak bungalow, we found it such a  dirty  looking

deserted building, and the interior so much of a piece  with  the exterior, that we mounted again, and set off to

try the  Hotel, or  "Pahunch Ghur,"  a name originally intended to convey the  meaning  "An arriving house,"

but neatly and appropriately corrupted  into the  term "Punch Gur," which speaks for itself, and troubles no  one

much  about its derivation. We were rather disappointed with the  general  appearance of the city: dirt and

grandeur were closely  combined,  and the combination gave the usual impression of shabby  genteelness  in

general, not at first sight prepossessing. After  driving through  what might have been an Eastern Sebastopol,

from the  amount of ruin  about, we reached a cutthroatlooking archway; and the  coachman, here  pointing to

a dirty board, above his head, triumphantly  announced the  "Punch Gur!" Hot and thirsty, we got out, with

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unsavoury steps, we at last reached a  sort of court,  with beds of sickly flowers, never known to bloom, and

from thence  issued to a suite of musty hot Moorishlooking rooms, with  goldinlaid  dustcovered tables,

and a heavilydraped fourpost  bedstead, the  very sight of which, in such a climate, was almost  enough to

deprive  one of sleep for ever. Our speech forsook us, and  without waiting to  remark whether the lady of the

house was an ogress,  or possessed of a  "rosecoloured body" and face like the full moon, we  fairly turned

tail, and drove in all haste to our despised dak  bungalow, where,  meekly and with softened feelings towards

that  edifice, we were  glad to deposit ourselves on a couple of charpoys, or  "fourlegs,"  as the bedstead of

India is called, and endeavour to  sleep the best  way we could. "Delhi," we found, quite kept up its  reputation

of being  the hottest place in India. All idea of  sightseeing was out of the  question, and the whole of our

energies we  were obliged to expend in  endeavouring to keep moderately cool. 

After enjoying the two first of blessings in a hot climate  viz.  a  plentiful supply of cold water and a change

of raiment, we felt  ourselves able to undergo the exertion of meeting the traditional  grilled fowl at breakfast,

and of inspecting the curiosities from the  bazaars. At the first wish on the latter subject, we were invaded by  a

crowd of bundlecarrying, yellowturbaned, rascally merchants, who,  in half a minute, had the whole of their

goods on the floor  rings,  brooches, ivory ornaments, and inutilities of all sorts and kinds,  all of them

exorbitantly dear, and none of any real value. 

We left Delhi again at about six P.M., after loitering about the  city for a short time, among the teeming

bazaars, some parts of  which  were picturesque and "Eastern" enough. Outside the city walls,  the  country was

ruined and dilapidated in the extreme; demolished  houses  and wasted gardens telling their tale of the loss of

Delhi,  and our  struggle for its recapture. 

MAY 26.  During the night, we got over seventythree miles, and  reached "Kurnaul" at seven A.M. The

bungalow we found unusually  comfortable, being a remnant of the old regime, and one of the few  which

escaped from the hands of the rebels during the mutiny. 

The country here begins to improve in appearance  more trees and  cultivation on all sides; and the natives

appear finer specimens  than  their more southern relations. The irrigation, too, seems to be  carried on with

more systematic appliances than further south  the  water being raised by the Persian wheel, and

bullockpower introduced  in aid of manual labour. 

MAY 27.  Arrived at Umballa at three A.M., and found the staging  bungalow full. The only available

accommodation being a spare  charpoy  in the verandah, F. took a lease of it, while I revelled in  the

unaccustomed roominess of the entire carriage, and slept till  six,  when we got into our lodgings. Although so

near the foot of  the  Himalayas, the weather was so oppressive here that exploring  was out  of the question;

and at six P.M., changing our carriage for  palankeens, or dolies, we commenced a tedious and dusty journey

to  the village of "Kalka," the veritable "foot of the hills," where we  were met by a string of deputies from the

different "DRYLODGINGS" in  the neighbourhood, soliciting custom. The first house we came to was

guarded by an unmistakeable English hotelkeeper, of some eighteen  stone; and so terrible was the

appearance she presented, with her  arms akimbo, rejoicing in her mountain air, that in our downcountry  and

dilapidated condition, we felt quite unequal to the exertion of  stepping into HER little parlour; and passing

her establishment   something in the small bathingplacestyle of architecture  we went  on to the next,

very much of the same order, and called the "Brahminee  Bull." Here, to my dismay however, standing in the

selfsame position,  weighing the same number of stone, and equally confident in the  purity of her air as her

neighbour, stood another female "Briton,"  with the comeintomyparlour expression of countenance,

regarding us  as prey. Under the circumstances, exhausted nature gave in; though  saved from Scylla, our

destiny was Charybdis, and we accordingly  surrendered ourselves to a wash, breakfast, and the Brahminee

Bull.  During the day, we had a visit from a friend and exbrother  officer,  whom we had promised to stay

with, at "Kussowlie," on our  road up.  Kalka was not HOT, but GRILLING, so that a speedy ascent to  the

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of the country, a  "jhampan," while the other two rode up; but here, for the second  time, it was "out of the

fryingpan into the fire." Such an infernal  machine as my new conveyance turned out never could have existed

in  the palmiest days of the Inquisition. It was a sort of child's cradle,  long enough for a creature of some five

or six summers, made like a  tray, and hung after the fashion of a miniature fourpost bedstead,  with

goat'shair curtains. The structure is suspended, something in  the  fashion of a sedanchair which has been

stunted in its growth,  between  two poles; between the projections of these again, before and  behind,

connected by a stout strap, are two shorter bars, each  supported, when  in travelling order, on the shoulders of

two bearers.  When the machine  is in motion, therefore, there are four men in line  between the shafts. 

The pace is always rather fast, and down a declivity the torturers  go at a run; the result is, that prominent parts

of one's body are  continually in collision with the seat or sides of the machine,  coming down from various

altitudes, according to the nature of the  ground and the humour of the inquisitors. After getting over about  six

miles in this graceful and pleasing manner, we reached the first  of the firtrees, and as we rose still higher a

delicious breeze came  over the hills, as precious to the parched and travelstained pilgrim  from the plains as

a drop of water to the thirstiest wanderer in the  desert. Kussowlie appeared a picturesque little station,

perched at  the summit of one of the first of the hilly ranges, and here I found  my two companions, burnt and

red in the face as if they, too, had had  their sufferings on the road, occupied in looking over the goods of a

strolling Cashmere merchant; luckily for themselves, however, it was  under the protecting superintendence of

our hostess. Our friends were  living on a miniature estate commanding a magnificent view of the  mountain

ranges on one side, and, on the, other, the plains of the  Punjab, the scorching country from which we had just

made our escape  lying stretched out before us like an enormous map in relief. Towards  the mountains were

the military stations of "Dugshai" and "Subathoo,"  and the boys' asylum of "Senore," the latter rather marring

the face  of nature by the workhouse order of its architecture. "Simla" we could  just distinguish, nestled

among the blue mountains in the far  distance. 

Here we spent a couple of days very pleasantly with our hospitable  entertainers, and satisfactorily pulled up

all arrears of sleep   a  luxury none can really appreciate who have not travelled for six  days  and nights in

the different local conveniences I have mentioned. 

Before leaving we had an opportunity of seeing how England in the  Himalayas makes its morning calls.

Walking, which amounts almost to an  impossibility in "the plains," seems to be voted INFRA DIG. in "the

hills," and Mrs. Kussowlie according made her appearance seated in  state in a jhampan, and borne on the

shoulders of four of her slaves. 

These were active, wirylooking natives, dressed in long green  coats,  bound with broad, red, tightfitting

pantaloons, and with small  turbans  of red and green on their heads. Altogether, a more  startlinglooking

apparition to the uninitiated than this Himalayan  morning visitor  could hardly be imagined, even in a tour

through the  remotest regions  of the earth. 

MAY 29.  About six o'clock in the evening we remounted our  instruments of torture and took the road to

Simla. For about seven  miles the path was down hill, and the bearers being fresh, they  huddled us along at a

pace calculated to outrage our feelings most  considerably, and, at the same time, with no more consideration

for  our welfare than if we were so many sacks of coal. In spite of  the  sufferings of the principal performers,

the procession was most  amusing; and as we jolted, bumped, and bundled along, it was  impossible  to keep

from laughing, although crying, perhaps, would,  under the  circumstances, have been more appropriate. My

machine led  the way,  four of the inquisition being in the shafts, and four in  waiting,  running along at the side

with pipes, bundles, sticks, Then  came  F. similarly attended, and finally the Q.M.G., hubble bubble in  hand,

and attired in a gold embroidered cap, surrounded by a lilac  turban:  seated in a sort of tray, and reclining at

his case in full  enjoyment  of his high position, he looked the priest of the  procession, and  managed to retain

his dignity in spite of the rapid  and unceremonious  way in which he was being whirled along. As the moon

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running along to show the  pathway to the rest. This  seemed a service of some danger, and our  torchbearers

at times verged  upon places where a stumble would have  apparently extinguished both  themselves and their

torches for ever.  About half way we stopped for  about an hour for the bearers to partake  of a light

entertainment of  "ghee and chupatties"  otherwise, rancid  butter and cakes of flour  and water. This was

their only rest and only  meal, from the time they  left Kussowlie at six P.M. until they reached  Simla at eight

A.M. The  same set of bearers took us the entire  distance, about thirtyfive  miles; and the four men who were

not  actually in the shafts used to  rest themselves by running, ahead and  up precipitous short cuts, so as  to

insure a few minutes' pull at the  pipe of consolation before their  turn arrived again. To us, supposed  to be the

OTIUM CUM DIG. part of  the procession, the road seemed  perfectly endless. No sooner were we  up one

ascent than we were down  again on the other side; and when we  thought Simla must be in sight  round the

next turn, it seemed suddenly  to become more hid than ever.  In one of these ups and downs of life  my

machine, during a heavy  lurch, fairly gave way to its feelings,  and with a loud crash the pole  broke, and down

we both came, much to  my temporary satisfaction and  relief. A supply of ropes and lashings,  however,

formed part of the  inquisitors' stores, and we were soon  under weigh again to fulfil the  remainder of our

destiny. 

The entrance to Simla led us through a fine forest of oaks, firs,  cedars, and other large trees; and winding

along through these we  could, every now and then, discern, towering over the backs of endless  ranges of blue

and hazy mountains, ridge upon ridge of glittering  snow,  which cast its icy breath upon us even where we

were, helping us  to  forget the horrors of the night, and giving us a renewal of our  lease  of existence. Simla

itself soon opened on our view, a scattered  and  picturesque settlement of houses of the most varied patterns

perched  about over the mountain top, just as an eligible spot  presented  itself for building purposes. It is

situated 8,000 feet  above the  level of the sea and 7,000 over the average level of "the  plains,"  Umballa, which

is near the foot of the range, being 1,000  above the  sealevel. From our haltingplace we could discern the

scene  of  our night's journey, with Kussowlie looking like a mere speck in  the distance, and we felt a proud

sort of consciousness of having  accomplished a desperate undertaking in very good style. Passive  endurance

was, under the circumstances quite as worthy of praise  as  the more active virtues displayed by those who

were the cause of  our  sufferings. After the first good breakfast I had eaten for three  months, we pulled up

arrears of sleep till four P.M. and found, on  awaking, that our much expected letters had arrived from the

post,  and among them the necessary permission from the Punjab Government  to  travel in Cashmere, and

instructions for our guidance while in  the  territory. From among the routes laid down in the latter we chose

No.  1.[2] The direct line across the mountains from Simla would have  entailed additional delay and

permission, and as time was precious  we  decided upon descending again to the plains and making our way

through  Lahore, not, however, without a severe pang at leaving so  soon the  terrestrial paradise of which we

had got a glimpse. After  arranging  our movements with the "authorities," we sallied out to see  fashionable

Simla airing itself, which, as far as dress is concerned,  it appeared to do very much in the fashionable

wateringplace style at  home. The jhampans, palkies, dandies,[3] which took up the entire  road, however,

loudly proclaimed India, Simla being much too dainty  to touch the ground with its pretty feet, and too lazy to

use its own  legs for purposes of outdoor locomotion. The station seems a curious  combination of many

styles and places; the scenery and houses, Swiss;  the people Anglo Indians, Affghans, Cashmeeries,  the

conveyances,  InquisitoSpanish; and the bazaars, in their native dirt, pure Indian. 

MAY 31.  After making our leave secure, we made up our minds for  a  plunge into the plains again and a

forced march to Lahore, being  rather  expedited in the determination by hearing that several  travellers had

been recalled from leave in consequence of there being  a scarcity of  officers with their regiments. 

With a fine moonlight night in our favour we again took the road;  and  practice slightly assuaging our

sufferings, we got on smoothly  enough  till within a few hours from Hureepore Bungalow, when my  machine

again  broke with a crash, and the nature of the fracture being  compound,  I walked on and left the

executioners to repair the  instrument at  their leisure. 


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JUNE 1.  Reached Hureepore at four A.M., and found the place in  possession of a crowd of monkeys of all

sorts and sizes, taking an  early breakfast. Here, chicken and eggs being again written in our  destiny, we

halted for an hour or two, and at eleven again took the  road with our castiron bearers, and hurried along in

the noonday sun,  up hill and down dale, through Kussowlie, and on and on till we were  once more fairly

deposited at the feet of "Mrs. Charybdis." A slight  dinner here, and at 8.30 P.M. we were again in train,

shuffling along  through several feet of dust, which the bearers, and torchcarriers,  and the rest of our

numerous train, kicked up about us, in clouds  nearly dense enough to cause suffocation. 

JUNE 2.  At 8.30 A.M. we arrived again at Umballa, and with  nothing to comfort us in our dusty and

worried condition but the  reflection that our start from Simla was a magnificent triumph of  stern

determination over present enjoyment and unwonted luxury, we  again resumed our forced march. At six P.M.

we took our departure,  in  a very magnificent coach, but in an "unpropitious moment," for the  horse was

unusually averse to an advance of any sort, and when we did  get clear of the station his opinions were borne

out by a terrific  storm of dust, with a thunder, lightning, and rain accompaniment,  which effectually put a

stop to all further progress. The horse  for  once had his wish, and was brought to a regular stand. The  wind

howled  about us, and the dusty atmosphere assumed a dull red  appearance, such  as I had only once before

seen at Cawnpore, and the  like of which  might possibly have prevailed during the last days of  Pompeii. After

getting through the worst of the storm, we pushed along,  and had  reached the twentieth milestone, when,

catching a flavour of  burning  wood, I looked out and found the wheel at an angle of some 30  degrees,  and

rubbing against the side preparatory to taking its leave  altogether. Here was another effect of starting in an

unpropitious  moment. The interruption in the great forced march preyed heavily upon  our minds, but, on the

principle of doing as "Rome does," we took  a  lesson from the religion of "Islam," and concurring in the views

expressed by our attendant blacks, viz. that "whatever is written in  a man's destiny that will be

accomplished," we ejaculated "Kismut"  with the rest, and resignedly adapted ourselves to the writings in  our

own particular page of fate. Having sent back to Umballa the news  of our distress, a new conveyance in a few

hours made its appearance;  and hauling it alongside the wreck, we unshipped the stores, reloaded,  and

eventually reached "Thikanmajura" at eight A.M. 

JUNE 3.  Starting at about three o'clock P.M., we found the  unpropitious moment still hanging over us:

first a violent duststorm,  and then a refractory horse, which bolted completely off the road,  and nearly upset

us down a steep bank, proved to demonstration that  our star was still obscured. 

About midnight we reached the river "Sutlej," and exchanged our  horse  for four fat and humpy bullocks, who

managed, with very great  labour  and difficulty, to drag us through the heavy sands of the  riverbed  down to

the edge of the water. Here we were shipped on board  a  flatbottomed boat, with a high peaked bow; and,

after an immensity  of hauling and grunting, we were fairly launched into the stream, and  poled across to the

opposite shore. The water appeared quite shallow,  and the coolies were most of the time in the water; but its

width,  including the sands forming its bed, could not have been less than two  miles and a half. It was

altogether a wild and drearylooking scene,  as we paddled along  the wild ducks and jackals, keeping up a

concert on their own account, and the patient old bullocks ruminating  quietly on their prospects at our feet. 

On arriving at what appeared to be the opposite bank, we were taken  out, and again pulled and hauled

through the deep sand, only to be  reshipped again on what seemed a respectable river in its own right;  and

here, getting out of patience with a stream that had no opposite  bank, I fell asleep, and left the bullocks to

their sorrows and  their  destiny. 

JUNE 4.  Arrived at Jullundur, where we had to share the bungalow  with another traveller and a rising

family, who kept us alive by  howling vigorously all day. The road from this being "Kucha,"  literally

UNCOOKED, but here meant to express "unmetalled," we had yet  another  form of conveyance to make

acquaintance with. It was a palkee,  rudely  strapped upon the body of a wornout "Dak garee;" and although  a

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worse than the appearance  foreboded. 

Anybody who has happened to have been run away with in a dustcart  through Fenchurch Street, or some

other London pavement, the gas pipes  being up at the time, might form some idea of our sensations as we

pounded along, at full gallop, over some thirty miles of uneven,  UNCOOKED road; but to anybody who has

not had this advantage,  description would be impossible. About half way, it appeared that  it  was written in

my miserable destiny that the off forewheel of my  shay  was to come off, and off it came accordingly; so

that once more  I  became an involuntary disciple of Islam, and went to sleep among  the  ruins, with rather a

feeling of gratitude for the respite than  otherwise. On awaking, I found myself again under way; and effecting

a junction with my companion, we had a light supper off half a  watermelon; and, after crossing the River

Beas by a bridge of boats,  and being lugged through another waste of sand by bullocks, we once  again

reached a "cooked" road, and arrived at "Umritsur" at six A.M. 

JUNE 5.  Found the heat so great here that we were unable to  stir out. 

As a consolation, we received a visit from four "Sikh Padres," who  rushed in and squatted themselves down

without ceremony, previously  placing a small ball of candied sugar on the table as a votive and  suggestive

offering. The spokesman, a lively little rascal, with a  black beard tied up under his red turban, immediately

opened fire, by  hurling at us all the names of all the officers he had ever met or  read  of. The volley was in this

style: First, the number of the  regiment,  then Brown Sahib, Jones Sahib, Robinson Sahib, Smith Sahib,

Tomkins  Sahib, Green Sahib, and so on, regiment after regiment and  name after  name, his brother Padres

occasionally chiming in in  corroboration  of their friend's veracity and in admiration of his vast  stock of

military information. After much trouble, we got rid of the  pack,  at the price of one rupee, which was cheap

for the amount of  relief  afforded by their departure. 

JUNE 6.  Reached Lahore at ten P.M. and had a night in bed, for  the third time only since leaving

Cawnpore. The Q.M.G. being at once  set to work to make the necessary arrangements for our final start  for

Cashmere, we paid a hurried visit to the Tomb of Runjeet Singh  and the Fort and City of Lahore. These were

worth seeing, but they  abounded in sights and perfumes, which rendered the operation rather  a trying one,

considering the very high temperature of the weather. 

JUNE 7.  Drove out in a dilapidated buggy, and with an  incorrigible  horse, to Mean Meer, the cantonments

of Lahore. The place  looked  burnt up and glaring like its fellows, and a fierce hot wind  swept  over it, which

made us glad enough to turn our backs on it and  hurry  home again as fast as our obstinate animal would take

us. The  Q.M.G.,  we found, had collected our staff of servants together, and  was  otherwise pushing on our

preparations as fast as the dignity and  importance of the undertaking would admit. 

The staff consisted of khidmutgar, bawurchie, bhistie, dhobie, and  mihtar; or, in plain English, butler, cook,

watercarrier, washerman,  and sweeper. 

Of these, the washing department only brought with it its insignia  and  badge of office. This was an enormous

smoothingiron, highly  ornamented  with brass, decorated with Gothic apertures, and made to  contain an

amount of charcoal that would have kept an entire family  warm in the  coldest depths of winter. Being of great

weight, we rather  objected  to such an addition to our stores  the more so as our linen  was  not likely to

require much GETTINGUP. The DHOBIE, however,  declared  himself unable to get on without it, and it

accordingly had  to be  engaged with its master. 

JUNE 8.  Today Rajoo is still hard at work laying in stores from  the bazaars and arranging means of

transport for them; the weather hot  beyond measure; and as neither our food nor quarters are very good,  we

begin to forget our lessons of resignation, more especially as  the  mosquitoes begin to form a very aggravating

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JUNE 9.  About four P.M. the Q.M.G. came in triumphantly with  about  sixteen tall baskets covered with

leather, which he called  "khiltas;"  and having ranged them about the room like the oiljars of  "Ali Baba,"  he

proceeded to cram them with potatoes, tea, clothes,  brandy, and the  whole stock of our earthly goods, in a

marvellous and  miscellaneous  manner, very trying to contemplate, and suggestive of  their entire  separation

from us and our heirs for ever. 

Coolies not being procurable in sufficient numbers to carry away  all our stores together, F. and I agreed to

start in the morning,  leaving the head of affairs with the rearguard to follow at his  leisure. Got away at last in

two "palkees," with four "banghy  wallahs," or baggagebearers, carrying our immediate possessions,  guns,

Spent the night wretchedly enough, the roads being of the  worst, and covered nearly a foot deep everywhere

with fine dust,  which our bearers very soon stirred up into an impenetrable cloud,  enveloping us in its folds to

the verge of suffocation. 

The sensation is strange enough, travelling in this way along a  lonely  road at dead of night, closely shut up in

an oblong box, and  surrounded  by some twenty or more dusky savages, who could quietly tap  one on  the

head at any time, and appropriate the bag of rupees   inseparable  from Indian travelling  without the

slightest  difficulty. That they  do not do so is probably from the knowledge they  possess that with  the bag of

rupees there is generally to be found a  revolver, and that  an English traveller is of so generous a  disposition

that he seldom  parts from his money without giving a  little lead in with the silver. 

JUNE 10.  After a dusty jolt of forty miles, we reached  "Gugerwalla"  at eight A.M., and felt the change

from Lahore most  refreshing. The  village seemed a quiet little settlement, very little  visited by  Englishmen,

and the inhabitants, probably on that account,  appeared  of a different stamp from those we had hitherto met.

The  women, in  particular, were more gaily dressed, and not so frightened  at a white  face as more south. The

rearguard not having come up at six  P.M. we  started off without it. Crossed the Chenab during the night.  The

fords, by torchlight, were most picturesque, and rather exciting,  in consequence of the water at times taking it

into its head to see  what was inside the "palkee." The Chenab makes the fourth out of the  "five waters" from

which the "Punjab" takes its name. The Jhelum only  remains  the ancient Hydaspes of Alexandrian

notoriety. 

JUNE 11.  Reached "Goojerat" at five A.M. and enjoyed a few hours  of quiet sleep in a very comfortable

bungalow. The "khiltas" not  making their appearance, we halt here for the night. In the evening  we explored

the city  a straggling rabbitbarrow settlement,  inclosed by a mud wall, and boasting the narrowest streets

I had  ever  seen. In an open space we came upon a marvellouslyornamented  "mundir," or Hindoo temple,

painted in the most florid style, with  effigies of dark gentlemen in coloured pants riding on peacocks,

antelopes, and other beasts of burden common in the country. It seemed  the centre of attraction to a numerous

concourse of strangers from the  north; among others, a bevy of young ladies with loose trousers and  fair

complexions, evidently "Cashmeeries," who seemed to regard the  "heathen temple" as one of the wonders of

the world. In the middle  of  the night the rearguard came in with the supplies, and we at  once  turned it into an

advancedguard, and packed it off to make  preparations for our arrival at "Bimber." 

JUNE 12.  Spent a very hot day at Goojerat, and amused ourselves  by  inspecting the goldinlaid work for

which the place is famous. At  5.30  P.M. we started for our last night's journey in British  territory;  and thus

terminated, for the present, our experiences of  all the hot  and dusty "pleasure of the Plains." 

Cashmere.

JUNE 13.  About two A.M. we passed out of India into the  territory  of His Highness the Maharajah of

Cashmere, and halted at  Bimber. The  accommodation here turned out to be most indifferent,  although  in our

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with  twelve doors;  but beyond the facilities it afforded of rapid egress,  we found it  to possess but few

advantages. 

Putting a couple of charpoys outside, we managed a few hours' sleep  AL FRESCO, in spite of the flies and

mosquitoes innumerable, who lost  no time in taking possession of their new property. On being able  to

discern the face of the country, we found ourselves at the foot  of a  range of hills of no great height, but still

veritable hills;  and  although the sun was nearly as hot as in the plains, we felt  that we  were emancipated from

India, and that all our real travelling  troubles  were over. In the evening we inspected the Maharajah's troops,

consisting of eight curiouslydressed and mysteriouslyaccoutred  sepoys  under a serjeant. These same troops

had rather astonished us in  the  morning by filing up in stage style in front of our two charpoys  just  as we

awoke, and delivering a "Present arms" with great unction  as we  sat up in a halfsleepy and dishevelled

condition, rubbing our  eyes,  and not exactly in the style of costume in which such a salute  is  usually received.

We now found the "army" in the domestic  employment  of cooking their victuals, so that we were unable to

have  much of a  review. However, we looked at their arms and accoutrements;  ammunition  they had none;

and saw them perform the "manual and  platoon." Their  arms had been matchlocks, but had been converted,

these stirring  times, into flintlocks! In addition to these, which  were about  as long as a respectable spear, they

had each a sword and  shield,  together with a belt and powderhorn, all clumsy in the  extreme. In  loading, we

found an improvement on the English fashion,  for, after  putting the imaginary charge in with the hand, they

BLEW  playfully  down the muzzle to obviate the difficulty of the powder  sticking to  the sides. After

presenting the troops with "bukhshish,"  we strolled  through the village and met the "thanadar," or head man,

coming out  to meet us, arrayed in glorious apparel and very tight  inexpressibles,  and mounted on a

caparisoned steed. Dismounting, he  advanced towards us  salaaming, and holding out a piece of money in the

palm of his hand;  and not exactly knowing the etiquette of the  proceeding, we touched  it and left it where we

found it, which  appeared to be a relief to  his mind, for he immediately put it in his  pocket again. 

His chief conversation was on the subject of the Maharajah and the  delights of Cashmere, and anxiety as to

our having got all supplies,  which we required, as he had been appointed expressly for the  purpose  of looking

after the comfort of the English visitors. What  with our  friend and his train, and the detachment of "THE

ARMY" which  had  accompanied us, our retinue began to assume the appearance of  a  procession; and it was

with great difficulty that we induced them  all  to leave us, which they did at last after we had expressed our

full  satisfaction at the courtesy displayed by the Maharajah's very  intelligent selection of a "thanadar." 

JUNE 14.  Broke up our camp about three A.M. and started our  possessions at four o'clock, after some

difficulty in prevailing upon  the coolies to walk off with their loads. On mustering our forces, we  found that

they numbered thirtyseven, including ourselves. Of these  twentyfour were coolies, carrying our

possessions  beer, brandy,  potatoes,  our servants were six more; then there were four ponies,  entailing a

native each to look after them; and, last of all, one of  the redoubtable "army" as a guard, who paraded in the

light marching  order of a sword, shield, bag of melons, and an umbrella. F. and I  travelled on "yaboos," or

native ponies  unlikely to look at, but  wonderful to go. Mine was more like a hatchet than anything else,

and  yet the places he went over and the rate he travelled up smooth  faces  of rock was marvellous to behold. 

About eight o'clock we found ourselves once more among the  pinetrees;  and, although the sun was very

powerful, we had enough of  the freshness  of the mountain air to take away the remembrance of the  dusty

plains  from our minds. No rain having fallen as yet, the springs  and rivers  were all nearly dry; but we saw

several rocky beds, which  gave good  promise of flyfishing, should they receive a further supply  of water. 

About nine A.M. we reached our haltingplace, "Serai Saidabad," a  ruined old place, with a mud tenement

overlooking, at some elevation,  the banks of a river. 

Here we were again received with a salute, by a detachment of  warriors drawn up in full dress  viz. red and

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After undergoing a refreshing bath of a skin of water, taken in our  drawingroom, we got our artist to work at

breakfast, and shortly  after found, with considerable satisfaction, that we were in for the  first of the rains.

This welcome fact first proclaimed itself by the  reverberation of distant thunder from among the mountains to

the  north;  then an ominous black cloud gradually spread itself over us,  and,  with a storm of dust, down came

the rain in torrents, making the  air,  in a few minutes, cool and delicious as possible, and entirely  altering  the

sultry temperature which had previously prevailed. The  thirsty  ground soaked up the moisture as if it had

never tasted rain,  and the  trees came out as if retouched by Nature's brush; while as,  for F. and  myself, we

turned the unwonted coolness to the best account  we could,  by setting ourselves to work to pull up all arrears

of sleep  forthwith. 

JUNE 15.  Started at four A.M., with our numerous train, and  found  the road all the pleasanter for the rain

of the previous  evening,  and all things looking green and fresh after the storm. Our  path led  us up a rocky

valley, with its accompanying dashing stream,  in the  bed of which we could see traces of what the brawler

had been  in his  wilder days, in huge and polished boulders and waterworn  rocks, which  had been hurled

about in all directions. We afterwards  went straight  up a precipitous mountain, wooded with pine, which was

no light work  for the coolies, heavily laden as they were. No sooner,  however,  were we on the top of this than

down we went on the other  side; and  how the ponies managed their upsanddowns of life was best  known

to themselves; certainly, nothing but a cat or a Cashmere pony  could  have got over the ground. About nine

A.M. we reached "Nowshera,"  under  another salute, where we found an indifferentlooking  "Baraduree,"

completely suffocated among the trees of a garden called  the "Bauli  Bagh," or "Reservoir Garden," from a

deep stone well in the  centre of  it. Here we got on indifferently well, the weather being  close after  the rain,

and the place thickly inhabited by crowds of  sparrows,  all with large families, who made an incessant uproar

all  day long;  besides an army of occupation of small game, which  interfered sadly  with our sleeping

arrangements at night. In the  evening we made the  acquaintance of a loquacious and freeandeasy  gardener,

entirely  innocent of clothes, who came and seated himself  between F. and myself,  as we were perched upon a

rock enjoying the  prospect. According to his  account, the Maharajah's tenants pay about  seven rupees, or

fourteen  shillings, per annum for some five acres of  land. In the middle of  the night we came in for another

storm of  thunder and lightning,  which took a good many liberties with our  house, but cooled the air;  and only

for the mosquitoes, and other  holders of the property, whose  excessive attentions were rather  embarrassing,

we would have got  on very well. As it was, however, I  hardly closed an eye all night,  and spent the greater

part of it in  meandering about the Bauli Bagh,  VESTITO DA NOTTE  in which  operation I rejoice to

think that, like  the Russians at the burning of  Moscow, I at least put the enemy to  very considerable

inconvenience,  even at the expense of my own comfort. 

JUNE 16.  About halfpast four A.M. we got under weigh again,  heartily delighted to leave the sparrows

and their allies in  undisputed  possession of their property. 

The "kotwal," and other authorities, who had been extremely civil  in  providing supplies, coolies, according to

the Maharajah's order,  took very good care not to let us depart without a due sense of the  fact, for they

bothered us for "bukhshish" just as keenly as the  lowest  muleteer; and when I gave the kotwal twelve annas,

or one  shilling and  sixpence, as all the change I had, he assured me that the  khidmutgar  had more, and ran

back to prove it by bringing me two  rupees. I gave  the scoundrel one, and regretted it for three miles,  for he

had robbed  the coolies in the morning, either on his own or his  master's account,  of one anna, or

threehalfpence each, out of their  hardlyearned  wages. Today we find ourselves once more among the

rocks and pines,  and as we progressed nothing could exceed the beauty  of the views  which opened upon us

right and left. A mountain stream  attended our  steps the whole way sometimes smoothly and placidly,

sometimes dancing  about like a mad thing, and teasing the sturdy old  battered rocks and  stones which long

ago had settled down in life  along its path, and  which, from the amount of polish they displayed,  must

themselves have  been finely knocked about the world in their day.  Rounding a turn of  the river, where it ran

deeply under its rocky  bank, we came suddenly  upon the ghastly figure of a man carefully  suspended in

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body remained  together, and there he swung  to and fro in the breeze, a ghastly  warning to all evildoers, and  a

not very pleasing monument of the  justice of the country. He was  a sepoy of the Maharajah's army, who  had

drowned his comrade in the  stream below the place where he thus  had expiated his crime. Not far  from this

spot we discovered traces of  another marauder, in the shape  of a fresh footprint of a tiger or a  leopard, just as

he had prowled  shortly before along the very path we  were pursuing. 

From this we gradually got into a region of fruittrees,  interspersed  with pines; and sometimes we came upon

a group of scented  palms, which  looked strangely enough in such unusual company. Through  clustering

pomegranates, figs, plums, peachtrees, wild but bearing  fruit, we  journeyed on and on; and, as new beauties

arose around us,  we could  not help indulging in castles in the air, and forming visions  of  earthly paradises,

where, with the addition only of such  importations  as are inseparable from all ideas of paradise, either in

Cashmere or  elsewhere, one might live in uninterrupted enjoyment of  existence,  and, at least, bury in oblivion

all remembrance of such  regions as the  "Plains of India." 

About ten A.M., after a continuous series of upsanddowns of  varied  scenery, we arrived at "Chungas," a

picturesque old serai,  perched  upon a hill over the river. It was marked off in our route as  having no

accommodation, but, located among the mouldering remnants of  grandeur  of an old temple in the centre of

the serai, we managed to  make  ourselves very comfortable, and thought our "accommodation" a  most  decided

improvement upon our late fashionable but rather  overcrowded  haltingplace. From the serai we can see, for

the first  time, the  snowy range of the Himalayas, trending northwards, towards  the Peer  Punjal Pass, through

which our route leads into the Valley of  Cashmere. 

JUNE 17.  Another ride through hill and dale to "Rajaori," or  "Rampore," a most picturesquelooking

town, built in every possible  style of architecture, and flanked at one extremity by a ruined  castle. Our

haltingplace was in an ancient serai, with a dilapidated  garden, containing the remains of some rather

handsome fountains. It  was situated on a rock, several hundred feet above the river which  separated us from

the town; and, from our elevated position, we had  a  fine view of the whole place, and got an insight into the

manners  and  customs of the inhabitants, without their being at all aware of  our  proximity. 

The women and children appeared to be dressed quite in the Tartar  style: the women with little red

squarecornered fez caps, with a  long strip of cloth thrown gracefully over them, and either pyjamas  of blue

stuff with a red stripe, or a long loose toga of greyish  cloth, reaching nearly to the feet. The little girls were

quite of  the bulletheaded Tartar pattern, of Crimean recollection, but wore  rather less decoration. The

Crimean young ladies generally had a three  cornered charm suspended round their necks, while the youthful

fashion  of Rajaori, scorning all artificial adornment, selected nature only  as their mantuamaker, and wore

their dresses strictly according to  her book of patterns. After enjoying a delightfully cool night in  our  elevated

bedroom, we started for "Thanna." 

Our path led through a gradually ascending valley, cultivated, for  the rice crop, in terraces, and irrigated by a

complicated network  of channels, cut off from the mountain streams, and branching off  in  every direction to

the different elevations. The ground was so  saturated in these terraces that ploughing was carried on by

means of  a large scraper, like a fender, which was dragged along by bullocks,  the ploughman standing up in

the machine as it floundered and wallowed  about, and guiding it through the sea of mud. 

JUNE 18.  Reached Thanna at nine A.M. and came to a halt in a  shady  spot outside the village. There was

an old serai about half a  mile  off, but it was full of merchants and their belongings, and  savoured  so strongly

of fleas and dirt, that we gave it up as  impracticable. 

This was the first instance of our finding no shelter; and, as ill  luck would have it, our tents took the

opportunity of pitching  themselves on the road, a number of coolies broke down, and one  abandoned our

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day completely  AL FRESCO, and to wait patiently for breakfast until the fashionable  hour of halfpast two

P.M. The inhabitants took our misfortunes very  philosophically, and stopped to stare at us to their heart's

content  as they went by for water, wondering, no doubt, at that restless  nature of the crazy Englishman, which

drives him out of his own  country for the sole purpose, apparently, of being uncomfortable in  other people's.

Our position, although at the foot of the grander  range of mountains, we found very hot, and a good deal of

ingenuity  was required in order to find continued shelter from the scorching  rays of the sun. The natives here,

seemed to suffer to a great extent  from goitre, and one of our coolies in particular had three enormous

swellings on his neck, horrible to look at. During the night, Rajoo  came in with the missing baggage, except

two khiltas, for which no  carriage could be procured, and which he was in consequence obliged  to abandon

on the road until assistance could be sent to them. 

JUNE 19.  Started at daybreak from our unsatisfactory quarters,  and  enjoyed some of the finest scenery we

had yet encountered. The  road  ascended pretty sharply into what might be called the REAL  mountains,  and

finding our spirits rise with the ground, we abandoned  our ponies  and resolved to perform the remainder of

our wanderings on  foot. As we  reached the summit of our first ascent, and our range of  view enlarged,

mountain upon mountain rose before us, richly clothed  with forest  trees; while, overtopping all, peeped up the

glistening  summits of  the snowy range, everything around seems cool and pleasant,  in spite  of the hot sun's

rays, which still poured down upon us. Our  road from  this, descending, lay among the nooks and dells of the

shady  side of  the mountain; and the wild rose and the heliotrope perfumed  the air  at every step as we walked

along in full enjoyment of the  morning  breeze. Our sepoy guide of today was not of the educated  branch of

the army. He was the stupidest specimen of his race I had  ever met;  and as his language was such a jargon as

to be nearly  unintelligible,  we failed signally in obtaining much information from  him. 

Among other questions, I made inquiries as to W., the cover  being just suited to them, and after a

great deal of difficulty  in  explaining the bird to him, he declared that he knew the kind  of  creature perfectly,

and that there were plenty of them. By way  of  convincing us, however, of his sporting knowledge, he added

that  they  were in the habit of living entirely on fruit; and he was sadly  put  out when F. and I both burst into

laughter at the idea of an old  W. with his bill stuck into a juicy pear, or perhaps enjoying a

pomegranate for breakfast. Shortly after, we came suddenly upon quite  a new feature in the scene  a

strange innovation of liveliness in  the midst of solitude. 

At a bend in the road, what should appear almost over our heads but  a troop of about a hundred monkeys,

crashing through the firs and  chestnuts, and bounding in eager haste from tree to tree, in their  desire to escape

from a party of natives coming from the opposite  direction. They were large brown monkeys, of the kind

called lungoors,  standing, some of them, three feet high, and having tails considerably  longer than

themselves. Their faces were jet black, fringed with  light grey whiskers, which gave them a most comical

appearance.; and  as they jumped along from tree to tree, sometimes thirty and forty  feet, through the air, with

their small families following as best  they could, they made the whole forest resound with the crashing of  the

branches, and amused us not a little by their aerial line of  march. 

After crossing a dashing mountaintorrent by a rude bridge of trees  thrown across it, we arrived at the village

of Burrumgulla. Here our  guide wanted us to halt in a mudbuilt native serai, but, with the  recollection of

past experience fresh upon us, we declined, preferring  to choose our own ground and pitch our first

encampment. The ground  we selected was almost at the foot of a noble waterfall, formed by a  huge cleft in a

mass of rugged rock. The water, dashing headlong down,  was hidden in the recess of rock below, but the

spray, as it rose up  like vapour and again fell around us, plainly told the history of its  birth and education.

Even had we not seen the snowy peaks before us  from the mountain top, there was no mistaking, from its icy

breath,  the nursery in which its infant form had been cradled. Just at our  feet was one of the frail and

picturesquelooking pine bridges  spanning  the torrent; while just below it another mountain river came

tumbling  down, and, joining with its dashing friend, they both rolled  on in  life together. As soon as our traps

arrived, F. and I had a  souse in  the quietest pool we could find, and anything so cold I never  felt;  it was


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almost as if one was turned into stone, and stopping in  it  more than a second was out of the question. After

breakfast and a  SIESTA, we sallied out to try and explore the head of the cataract  above us. After rather a

perilous ascent over loose moss and mould,  and clutching at roots of shrubs and trees, we were brought to a

stand by a huge mass of perpendicular rock, which effectually barred  us from the spot through which the

water took its final leap. The  upper course of the torrent, however, amply repaid us for our labour,  for it ran

through the most lovely dell I ever saw; and as it bounded  down from rock to rock, and roared and splashed

along, it seemed to  know what there was before it, and to be rejoicing at the prospect  of  its mighty jump.

Torrent as it seemed, it was evidently nothing  to  what it could swell to when in a rage, for here and there, far

out of  its present reach, and scattered all about, were torn and  tattered  corpses of forest trees, which had

evidently been sucked up  and  carried along until some rock more abrupt than its neighbours,  had  brought

them to a stand and left them, bleached and rotting, in  the  summer's sun. At night we found ourselves glad to

exchange our  usual  covering of a single sheet for a heavy complement of blankets,  and  found our

encampment not the least too warm. The authorities here  were  particularly civil and obliging, and supplied us

with the best  of  butter, eggs, and milk. The latter was particularly good, and,  not  having often tasted cow's

milk in the Plains, we did it ample  justice  here. 

JUNE 20.  Found it rather hard to turn out this morning, in  consequence of the great change in the

temperature, but got under  weigh  very well considering. Our path led us up the main torrent  towards the

snow, and in the first three miles we crossed about twenty  pinetree  bridges thrown across the stream, some

of them consisting of  a single  tree, and all in the rudest style of manufacture. Near one of  these,  under an

immense mass of rock, we passed our first snow. It  looked,  however, so strange and unexpected, that we both

took it for a  block of  stone; and being thatched, as it were, with leaves and small  sticks,  and discoloured on

all sides, it certainly bore no outward  resemblance to what it really was. 

After an almost perpendicular ascent up natural flights of steps,  we  reached our next stage, Poshana  a little

mudbuilt, flatroofed  settlement on the mountainside. Here we engaged a couple of  "shikarees," or native

sportsmen, and made preparations for a DETOUR  into the snows of the Peer Punjal in search of game. 

JUNE 21.  Having made a division of our property, and sent the  Q.M.G. with an advanced guard two

stages on to Heerpore, F. and  I  started at daybreak for a fivedays' shooting expedition in the  mountains. 

We took with us a khidmutgar and bhistie  both capital servants,  but unfortunately not accustomed to cold,

much less to snow. Besides  these, we had ten coolies to carry our baggage, consisting of two  small tents,

bedding, guns, and cooking utensils,  and our two  shikarees with their two assistants. The two former wore

named  Khandari  Khan and Baz Khan,  both barelegged, lightly clothed,  sharpeyed,  hardylooking

mountaineers, and well acquainted with the  haunts of  game, and passes through the snow. 

For the first time we had now to put on grass shoes or sandals;  and though they felt strange at first, we soon

found that they were  absolutely necessary for the work we had before us. Our shoemaker  charged us six

annas, or ninepence, for eight pairs, and that was  thirty per cent. over the proper price. However, as one good

day's  work runs through a new pair, they are all the better for being rather  cheap. Along the road in all

directions one comes across castoff  remains of shoes, where the wearer has thrown off his wornout ones

and refitted from his travelling stock; and in this way the needy  proprietor of a very indifferent pair of shoes

may, perchance, make  a  favourable exchange with the castoff pair of a more affluent  pedestrian; but, to

judge from the specimens we saw, he must be  very  needy indeed in order to benefit by the transaction. On

leaving  Poshana, we immediately wound up the precipitous side of a mountain  above us, and soon found that,

from the rarification of the air, and  the want of practice, we felt the necessity of calling a halt very  frequently,

for the purpose, of course, of admiring the scenery and  expatiating upon the beauties of nature. About two

miles on the way  we came to a slip in the mountainside, and just as we scrambled,  with some difficulty,

across this, our foremost shikaree suddenly  dropped down like a stone, and motioning us to follow his

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ravine. Putting our sights to  about 250 yards, we fired both together, with the best intentions, but  indifferent

results; for they all scampered off apparently untouched,  and we again resumed our march. 

Our encamping ground we found situated among a shady grove of  firtrees, with a mountaintorrent running

beneath, bridged over, as  far as we could see, with dingylooking fields of snow and ice. Here,  in the middle

of June; with snow at our feet, above us, and around  us, we pitched our tent, and had breakfast, and laid our

plans for a  search for game tomorrow. Though the wind blew cold and chilly off  the  snows, we soon found

that the midday sun still asserted his  supremacy,  and our faces and hands soon bore witness to the fierceness

of the  trial of strength between the two. Our camp, although so high  up,  was not more than six miles from

Poshana, and from thence we drew  all  our supplies, such as milk, eggs, and fowls, the coolies' and  shikarees'

subsistence being deducted from their pay. Our own living  was not expensive: fowls, threepence each for

large, threehalfpence  small; milk, threehalfpence per quart, and eggs, twelve for the  like  amount, or one

anna. For the rest, we lived upon chupatties, or  unleavened cakes of flour  very good hot, but

"guttapercha" cold   potatoes from Lahore, and, in the liquid line, tea and brandy. At  night  we slept upon

the ground  pretty hard it was while one was  awake to  feel it  and not having any lamp, we turned in

shortly  after dark,  while in the morning we were up and dressed before the  nightingales  had cleared their

voices. These latter abounded all about  us, and  formed a most agreeable addition to our establishment. 

JUNE 22.  Left our camp before sunrise, and crossing a large  field  of snow over the main torrent, we

clambered up the precipitous  side  of our opposite mountain. The snow at first felt piercingly cold  as  it

penetrated our snowshoes, but before we reached the top, we had  little to complain of in the way of

chilliness. Our sharpsighted  guides soon detected game on the rocks above us, and off we went on  a  stalk,

over rocks and chasms of snow  now running, now crawling  along, more like serpents than respectable

Christians, and all  in a  style that would have astonished nobody more than ourselves,  could we  have regarded

the performance in the cool light of reason,  and not  influenced by the excitement of chasing horned cattle of

such  rare and  curious proportions. 

The markore, however, were quite as interested in the sport as we  were,  and after an arduous and protracted

stalk, they finally gave us  the  slip, and we called a halt at the summit of a hill for breakfast  and a  rest during

the heat of the day. The former we enjoyed as we  deserved,  but for the latter I can't say much : occasionally a

cold  blast from  off the snow would run right through us, while the sun bore  down upon  our heads with

scorching power, making havoc with whatever  part of us  it found exposed to its rays, and blistering our hands

and  legs. The  guides helped us out by building up a most rickettylooking  shanty  with sticks and pieces of

their garments and our own, and under  this  apology for shelter, with our feet almost in the snow, we passed

the  day, until it was cool enough again to look for game. In the  evening  we came suddenly upon a kustura, a

sort of half goat, half  sheep,  with long teeth like a wolf. He was, however, in such thick  cover,  that we were

unable to get a shot at him. 

Our camp, we found, moved, according to order, some three miles  higher  up, to facilitate the shooting on that

side: it was still,  however,  among the firs and nightingales. 

JUNE 23.  Up again before sunrise, and off to the tops of the  mountains in search of game. The pullup

took us about an hour and a  half, and on reaching the summit, we found ourselves above the pass  of the Peer

Punjal, the rocky and snowcovered ranges of mountain  around us gradually trending off on all sides, and

losing themselves  in  pinecovered slopes, till they finally blended with the blue  outlines  of the ranges of Pills

we had crossed on our route from  Bimber. While  taking a sharp look around us for a herd of some twenty

animals which  we had seen the day previously, we suddenly found  ourselves close  to a party of five markore,

but they scampered off so  fast over rock  and snowdrift, that they gave us no opportunity of  getting a shot. 

Following them up, we came, while clinging to an overhanging ledge  of  rock, upon one solitary gentleman

standing about 150 yards below.  We  both fired together, but the pace we had come, and the ground we  had


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crossed, had unsteadied our aim, and though my second bullet  parted  the wool on his back, it was not written

that our first markore  was to fall so easily. After this we tracked the first herd for  a  long distance over the

snow, until they scampered down an almost  perpendicular face of snow and ice, and here we gave them up,

halting  on a spur of the mountain for a repast of chicken, eggs, chupatties,  and cold tea. During our morning's

work we had come across some  most  breakneck places, and had one or two narrow escapes, which,  at the

time, one was hardly conscious of. The snow was wedged into  the  ravines like sheets of ice, and being most

precipitous, and  continuing  to the very foot of the mountains, terminating in the  numerous  torrents which

they fed, a single false step in crossing  would have  sent one rolling down, without a chance of stopping, to be

dashed to  pieces at the bottom. In this way, a couple of years before,  two  coolies and a shikaree had been

killed, while shooting with an  officer. F. and I generally crossed these places in the footsteps  of  the guides, or

in holes cut by them for our feet with a hatchet;  but  the men themselves passed them with a dash, which only

long  practice  and complete confidence could have imitated. During our halt  we  suffered a good deal from the

sun, although the snow was only six  inches off. In spite of the shade which our guides constructed for  us  out

of mysterious portions of their dress, both our wrists and  ankles  were completely swollen and blistered before

evening, while  our faces  and noses in particular began to assume the appearance so  generally  suggestive of

Port wine and good living. 

Our descent to the camp was a good march in itself, and we arrived  there about five P.M. hot and tired, 'but

quite ready for our mountain  fare. On our road, we luckily discovered a quantity of young rhubarb,  growing

in nature's kitchengarden, and pouncing on it, we devoted it  to the celebration of our Sunday dinner.[4] We

also saw a number of  minaur, or junglefowl, something of the pheasant tribe; but they were  so wild that

nothing but slugs would secure them, and they entirely  declined the honour of an invitation to our Sunday

entertainment. 

JUNE 24.  We were not at all sorry to remember this morning,  as  the sun rose, that it was a day of rest, for

after our last  few days  of work we were fully able to enjoy it. Amused ourselves  exploring all  about us, and

picking wild flowers in memory of our  camp. The  commonest were wild pansy and forgetmenot, and the

rhododendron grew  in quantities. In the afternoon we made a muster  of our standing  provisions, having only

brought four days' supply,  and seeing little  chance of getting back for ten. The result was.,  that tea was

reported  low, potatoes on their last legs, and brandy  in a declining state.  Under these melancholy

circumstances, we  agreed to stop another day  for shooting, and then march over the  snows for Aliabad and

Heerpore,  to join our main body at the latter  place. A road by Cheta Panee was  declared impracticable for

coolies,  in consequence of the hardness of  the snow; so we gave it up. 

JUNE 25.  All over the mountains again this morning before  daybreak,  and up to breakfasttime without

seeing game. However, one  of our  sharpsighted guides then detected markore, grazing at a long  distance  up

the mountains; even through the glasses they were mere  specks,  and, to our unpractised eyes, very like the

tufts and stones  around  them; but in all faith that our guides were right, off we  started in  pursuit. The first

step was to lose all our morning's toil  by plunging  for a mile or so down a steep descent. After that being

accomplished,  up we went again, up and up an apparently interminable  bank of snow, at  an angle of about

sixty degrees, and slippery as  glass. At the summit,  exhausted and completely out of breath, we did  at last

arrive, and from  this our friends of the morning were expected  to be within shot. Not a  sign of a living

creature appeared, however,  to enliven the solitude  around us, and we began to think that our  guides were a

little TOO  clearsighted this time, when what should  suddenly come upon us but  a solitary old markore,

slowly and leisurely  rounding a rugged point  of rock below. We were all squatted in a bunch  upon a space

about as  large as a goodsized towel; but, hidden as we  thought ourselves,  I could discern that our friend had

evidently  caught a glimpse of  something which displeased him in his morning  cogitations. Still,  on he came,

and just as he crossed a small field  of snow, F. opened  fire at him across the ravine: the ball struck just  below

his body,  and, as he plunged forward, I followed with both  barrels. On he went,  however, and before another

shot could be fired  he was coolly looking  down upon us from a terrace of inaccessible  rocks, completely out

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perhaps not  quite in such a graceful  style as we had ascended. The shikarees  merely sat down on the inclined

plane, and with a hatchet or a stick  firmly pressed under the arm as  a lever to regulate the pace, or a  rudder to

steer clear of rocks as  occasion might require, down they  went at a tremendous pace, until  the slope was not

sufficient to  propel them further. 

Our own wardrobe being limited in dimensions we declined adopting  this  mode of locomotion, and slipping

and sliding along, soon  accomplished  the descent, in a less businesslike but equally  satisfactory  manner.

While taking the direction of our camp, we espied  seven more  animals, perched apparently upon a smooth

face of rock; and  after a  short council of war off we started on a fresh stalk, down  another  descent, over more

fields of snow, and up a place where a cat  would  have found walking difficult. 

While accomplishing this latter movement, our guides detected two  huge red bears, an enormous distance off,

enjoying themselves in  the  evening air, and feeding and scratching themselves alternately,  as  they sauntered

about in the breeze. Abandoning our present stalk,  which was not promising, down we went again, and

crossing about a  mile and a half of broken ground, snow, rocks, we reached a wood  close to the whereabouts

of our new game. F. and I, separating, had  made the place by different routes, and just as I had caught sight of

one enormous monster, F. and the shikaree appeared, just on the point  of walking into his jaws. Having, by

great exertion, prevented this  catastrophe, we massed our forces, and taking off our hats, just as if  we were

stalking an unpopular landed proprietor in Tipperary, we crept  up to within sixty yards of the unsuspicious

monster, and fired both  together. With a howl and a grunt, the huge mass doubled himself up,  and rolled into

the cover badly wounded. Being too dangerous a looking  customer to follow directly, we reloaded and made

a circuit above him;  and after a short search, discovered him with his paws firmly clasped  round a young tree.

By way of finishing him, I gave him the contents  of  my rifle behind the ear, and we then rolled him down a

ravine on to  the  snow beneath, where, a heavy storm of rain, hail, and thunder  coming  on, we left him alone

in his glory. Putting our best legs  foremost,  we made for our camp, amid a pelting shower of hail like  bullets

and  an incessant play of lightning around us, as we pushed our  way along  the frozen torrent. About five P.M.,

tired and drenched, we  reached  the camp, when we discovered that our tents, though extremely  handy  for

mountain work, were not intended to keep out much rain, and  that  all our rugs, and other comforts, were

almost in as moist a state  as  ourselves. During the entire night it continued to hail, rain,  thunder,  and lighten;

and with the exception of the exact spots we  were each  lying on, there was not a dry place in the tent to take

refuge in. 

JUNE 26.  After an exceedingly moist night, we made the most of a  little sunshine by turning out all our

property, and hanging it around  us on stones and bushes to dry. After we had distinguished ourselves  in  this

way, for a couple of hours, down came the rain again; and  after  stowing our halfdried goods, we assembled

under a tree, and  held a  council of war as to our future movements. The rain had swelled  the  mountain

torrents considerably, and the hail, lying on the old  snow,  had made it slippery as glass, so that we were

obliged to give  up  the mountain pass we had agreed upon, and decided on a retreat to  "Poshana," our present

ground being fairly untenable. Sending off  our  tents and traps, and halfdrowned servants, who were

completely  out of  their element, we remained behind under the pines till the  rain a  little abated, and having

secured the bearskin for curing, we  started  off with our rearguard for Poshana. The road was so slippery,

that  even with grassshoes we could hardly keep from falling; and  the snow  we found as hard as ice, and

proportionately difficult to  cross. The  consequence was, that in passing a steep incline with the  guide, he

slipped, and I followed his example, and down we both went  like an  engine and tender, the guide fishing

about with his legs for  obstacles, and I above him, endeavouring to use my pole as an anchor  to bring us to. 

Luckily, we both reached TERRA FIRMA safely, after a perilous run,  though at the same side we started

from, and a long distance from our  point of previous departure. On at length reaching the opposite side,  we

found a disconsolate coolie bemoaning himself and reckoning his  bones, having also fallen down the snow,

while a little further on we  came upon the bhistie lamenting over a similar disaster. The latter  functionary had

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had not had  time to see the inside of even, ere it was thus lost to us for ever,  and made over as a poetical

reparation to the bears of the country for  the ruthless murder we had committed on one of their number.

Found the  hut at Poshana empty, and were glad to get into its shelter again. The  rain seeming quite set in, we

determined to discharge our shikarees,  and after paying them three rupees each for their week's work, we  sent

them away perfectly happy, with a few copper caps and a good  character apiece. 

JUNE 27.  Left Poshana at five A.M., and made for the Peer  Punjal pass. A sharp struggle brought us to

the summit, where we  found a polygon tower erected, apparently as a landmark and also  a  restingplace for

travellers to recover themselves after their  exertions.[5] At the Cashmere side of the pass I had expected to

see  something of the farfamed valley, but nothing met the eye but a wild  waste of land, bounded on all sides

by snow, while a few straggling  coolies toiled up towards us with some itinerant Englishman's baggage  like

our own. 

This turned out to belong to a party returning to Sealkote, and  we  were rather elated by seeing among their

possessions several  enormous  antlers, which promised well for sport at the other side  of the  valley. They

turned out, however, to have been bought, and,  as their  owners informed us, there was no chance of meeting

such game  until  October or November. About two miles down the pass we reached  the old  serai of Aliabad,

and found the only habitable part of it  in  possession of a clergyman and a young Bengal artilleryman bound

for  the shootinggrounds we had just left. With much difficulty we  obtained a few eggs, and a little milk with

which we washed down the  chupatties we had brought with us; but the coolies were so long  getting  over the

path, that no signs of breakfast made their  appearance until  about two o'clock. At midday it came on to rain

heavily, and we took  up our quarters in a miserable den, with a  flooring of damp rubbish  and a finely carved

stone window not very  much in keeping with the  rest of the establishment. Here we spent the  day drearily

enough,  the prospect being confined to a green pool of  water in the middle  of the serai, around which the

Pariah dogs  contended with the crows  for the dainties of offal scattered about. As  soon as it was dark,  we

were glad enough to spread our waterproof  sheets on the ground,  and sleep as well as the thousands of tenants

already in possession  would allow us. 

JUNE 28.  Up at sunrise, and packed off our things down the  mountain  for Heerpore, where the main body

of our possessions were  concentrated. 

Shortly after their departure it began to rain an Irish and Scotch  combined mist, and after warming our toes

and blinding our eyes over a  wood fire for about three hours, in hopes of its clearing, we donned  grassshoes

and, putting our best legs foremost, accomplished about  thirteen miles of a most slippery path without a halt,

except for  the  occasional purpose of adjusting our dilapidated shoes. 

After the first five or six miles the path entered a  beautifullywooded  valley, and at one spot, where two

torrents joined  their foaming waters  at the foot of a picturesque old ivygrown serai,  the landscape was

almost perfection. Passing this, we entered a  thicklyshaded wood,  studded with roses and jessamine, and

peopled  with woodpigeons  and nightingales, who favoured us with a morning  concert as we  passed.

Crossing a wooden bridge over the torrent, we  reached a fine  grass country, and here the presence of a herd

of cows  told us we were  near our destination. At Heerpore we found Mr. Rajoo  located with all  our

belongings in a little wooden sort of squatter's  cabin, where we  were glad to take shelter out of the dripping

rain. It  reminded one  strongly of Captain Cuttle's habitation and a ship's  cabin together,  and made one feel

inclined to go on deck occasionally.  It was on  the whole, however, very comfortable, and seemed, after our

late  indifferent quarters, to be a perfect palace. After breakfast, we  made inquiries as to our worldly affairs,

and found that all were  thriving with the exception of the potatoes, which had been taken  worse on the road,

and were already decimated by sickness. We added  a  sheep to our stock, for which we paid three shillings,

and laid  in a  welcome supply of butter. The khidmutgar and bhistie, we found,  had  retailed the history of their

many sorrows to the other servants,  and,  having expatiated most fully on the horrors they had endured  among

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among the peace and plenty  of the  promised land of Cashmere. 

JUNE 29.  After some trouble in procuring coolies, we started at  eleven in a shower of rain, and found

ourselves gradually passing  into the valley, and exchanging rocks and firs for groves of walnut;  and moss and

fern for the more civilized strawberry and the wild  carnation. The strawberries, though small, had a delicious

flavour,  and we whiled away the time by gathering them as we passed. About  two  o'clock we reached the

village of Shupayon, and here began to  perceive  a considerable change in the style of architecture from what

we had  been accustomed to; the flat mudden roof giving place to the  sharplypitched wooden one, thatched

with straw, or coarsely TILED  with wood. 

Our haltingplace we found, for the first time, to possess a  staircase  and upper story. A little square

habitation it was, with a  verandah all  round it, and built entirely of wood. From this, as the  clouds lifted  from

the mountaintops around, a most lovely view opened  out before us. 

Wherever the eye rested toward the mountains, the snowcapped peaks  raised themselves up into the clear

blue sky; while at our feet lay  the farfamed valley, reaching towards the north, to the very base  of  the

mountain range, and rising gradually and by a gentle slope  to our  haltingplace, and so back to the pass from

which we had  just  descended. 

As the sun appeared to have come out again permanently, we took the  opportunity of getting our tents and

other property which had suffered  from the wet out for a general airing. 

JUNE 30.  Marched about nine miles through fertile slopes of  ricefields, shaded by walnuts and

sycamores, and found our  haltingplace situated in a serai, shrouded in mulberry and  cherry  trees, and with a

charming little rivulet running through  it,  discoursing sweet music night and day. Our habitation was a

baraduree,  or summerhouse, of wood, and having an upper room with  trellised  windows, where we spent the

day very pleasantly. At dinner  we had the  first instalment of the land of promise, in the shape of  a rolypoly

pudding of fresh cherries, a thing to date from in our  hitherto  puddingless circumstances. 

JULY 1.  Started at daybreak for our last march into the  capital. The first appearance of the low part of the

valley was rather  disappointing, for there was nothing striking in the view; still, the  country was extremely

fertile, and its tameness was redeemed by the  glorious mountain range, which bounded the valley in every

direction,  with its pure unsullied fringe of snow. Our path was occasionally  studded with the most superb

sycamores and limetrees; and as we  approached the town we entered a long avenue of poplars, planted as

closely together as possible, and completely hiding all the buildings  until close upon them. Passing through

the grand paradeground, we  found a bustling throng of about four hundred Cashmeeries, with heavy  packs

beside them, waiting for an escort to take out supplies to the  Maharajah's army, now on active service at a

place called Girgit,  in  the mountains. The said army seemed to be fighting with nobody  knew  who, about

nobody knew what; but report says that his Highness,  having  a number of troops wanting arrears of pay,

sends them out  periodically  to contend with the hill tribes, by way of settlement  in full of all  demands. 

Having engaged a boat's crew at Ramoon, we were, on arriving at the  River Jhelum, which runs through the

city, immediately inducted to the  manners and customs of the place; and being safely deposited in a long

flatbottomed boat, with a mat roof and a prow about twelve feet out  of  the water, we were paddled across by

our six new servants, and  landed  among a number of bungalows on the right bank, which were  erected by  the

Maharajah for the reception of his English visitors.  These are  entirely of wood, of the rudest construction, and

are built  along  the very edge of the river, which is here about a hundred yards  broad. 

We were received on landing by the Baboo and Moonshee, the native  authorities retained by the Maharajah

for the convenience of his  visitors; and learning from them that there were no bungalows vacant,  we pitched

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promise, the farfamed  paradise of the Hindoo, we brought our wanderings to an end for the  present, and

gave ourselves and our retainers a rest from all the  toils and troubles of the road. 

A Halt in the Valley.

Being fairly settled in our quarters, we were not long in putting  our  new staff of dependants into requisition;

and, taking to our boat,  sallied forth to get a general view of the city of Sirinugger.[6]  Finding, however, a

review of the army going on, we stopped at the  paradeground to witness the interesting ceremony. The

troops we found  drawn up in lines, forming the sides of a large square, and dressed in  what his Highness

Rumbeer Singh believes confidently to be the ENGLISH  COSTUME. As far as one could see, however, the

sole foundation for  this belief lay in the fact of their all wearing trousers! These were  certainly the only

articles of their equipment that could in any way  be called English in style; and they bore, after all, but a

slender  resemblance to the corresponding habiliments of the true Briton. 

The headdress, generally speaking, was a turban. One regiment,  however, had actually perpetrated a parody

on the English shako   a  feat which I had always hitherto considered absolutely impossible. 

The cavalry were mounted upon tattoos, or native ponies, and wore  white trousers, with tight straps, which

rendered them for the time  being the most miserable of their race. 

A few of them had imitations of Lancer caps, some had boots, some  slippers, some spurs, others none; some

had wondrous straps of tape  and cord, others wore their trousers up to their knees; but one and  all were

entirely uniform in looking completely ill at ease and out  of their element in their borrowed

wouldbeEnglish plumage. Just  as  we had finished taking a general view of the army, the Maharajah

appeared upon the stage, dressed in a greenandgold embroidered gown  and turban and tight silk

pantaloons, mounted on a grey caparisoned  Arab steed. After riding round the lines with his retinue, he came

up,  and we were presented in due form; and after asking us if we had come  from Allahabad, and expressing

his opinion that it was a long way off,  in which we entirely concurred with him, he shook hands in English

style; and, taking his seat in a chair which was placed for him, we  collected ourselves around, and, similarly

seated, prepared to inspect  the marching past of his highness's redoubtables. Before this began,  however, the

Maharajah's little son made his appearance, dressed in  all  respects like his papa, with miniature sword and

embroidered  raiment;  and to him we were also introduced in form. During the  marching past,  I congratulated

myself upon being several seats distant  from his  highness's chair, for the effect was so absurd that it was

almost  impossible to preserve that dignity and composure which the  occasion  demanded. 

The marching was in slow time, and the step being fully thirtysix  inches the fat little dumpy officers nearly

upset themselves in their  efforts to keep time, and at the same time prevent their slippers  from deserting on

the line of march; while, in bringing their swords  to the salute, they did it with a swing which was suggestive

of  their  throwing away their arms altogether. Besides artillery, five  regiments  of infantry and two of cavalry

marched past  in all,  little over  2,000 men  colours flying and bands playing "Home,  sweet home!"  After

this the irregulars began to appear; and although  the first part  of the army might have almost deserved the

name, these  put them  completely in the shade. One colonel had a pair of enormous  English  gold epaulettes

and a turban; another a black embroidered suit,  with  white tape straps, and slippers; and as for the men, there

were  no two  of them dressed alike, while in the way of arms, each pleased  his own  particular fancy also. A

long gun over the shoulder was the  most  popular weapon; but each had, in addition, a perfect armoury

fastened  in his girdle: pistols with stocks like guns, daggers and  even  blunderbusses made their appearance;

and the general effect, as  the  crowd galloped independently past, dressed in their manycoloured  turbans, and

flowing apparel, was most picturesque. As soon as the  last of the flags and banners and prancing horses had

gone past, the  Maharajah set us the example of rising, and mounting his grey steed,  cantered off in state,

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His Highness appeared to be about thirtyeight years old, and was  as  handsome a specimen of a native as I

had ever seen. He wore a  short,  jetblack beard, and mustachios, turned up from the corners of  his  mouth,

and reaching, in two long twists, nearly to his eyes. He  appeared absent and thoughtful which, considering the

low state of  his exchequer, was perhaps not to be wondered at.[7] His English  visitors spend a good deal of

money every summer in his kingdom;  and  for this reason alone, he is anxious enough to cultivate their

acquaintance, and gives naches, or native dances, and champagne  dinners periodically to amuse them. He

presents, also, an offering to  each traveller that arrives, and we in due course received two sheep,  two fowls,

and about fourteen little earthen dishes containing rice,  butter, spices, eggs, flour, fruit, honey, sugar, tea, all

of  which  were laid at the door of our tent, with great pomp and ceremony,  by a  host of attendants. 

After the review, we took boat again and paddled down the stream to  look at the town, and a quainter and

more picturesquelooking old  place it would be hard to conceive. The, houses are built entirely  of  wood, of

five and six stories, and overhanging the river, and  are as  close as possible to each other, except where here

and there  interspersed with trees. Communication is kept up between the banks  by means of wooden rustic

bridges, built on enormous piles of timber,  laid in entire trees, crossing each other at equal distances. Not a

single straight line is to be seen in any direction  the houses  being  dilapidated and generally out of the

perpendicular; and  everywhere the  river view is bounded by the snowcapped ranges of  mountain, which,

towards the north, appear to rise almost from the  very water's edge. 

JULY 2.  Taking the Q.M.G. as a guide, we sallied out  immediately after breakfast to explore the land part

of this Eastern  Venice. Entering at the city gate, on the left bank of the river, near  the Maharajah's palace, we

walked past a row of trumpery popguns, on  green and red carriages, and so through the most filthy and

odoriferous  bazaar I ever met with, till we reached the residence of  Saifula Baba,  the great shawl merchant of

Sirinugger. Here we found a  noted shawl  fancier inspecting the stock, and were inducted to the  mysteries of

the different fabrics. Some that we saw were of beautiful  workmanship,  but dangerous to an uninitiated

purchaser. They ranged  from 300 to  1,000 rupees generally, but could be ordered to an almost  unlimited

extent of price. After inspecting a quantity of Pushmeena  and other  local manufactures, Mr. Saifula Baba

handed us tea and  sweetmeats,  after the fashion of his country; and we adjourned to the  abode of a  worker in

papier mache, where we underwent a second edition  of tea  and sweetmeats, and inspected a number of

curiosities. The  chief  and only beauty of the work was in the strangeness of the  design;  and some of the shawl

patterns, reproduced on boxes, were  pretty in their way, but as manufacturers of papier mache simply,  the

Cashmeeries were a long way behind the age. 

On reaching home, we found that the Maharajah had sent his salaam,  together with the information that he

was going to give a nach and  dinner, to which we were invited. 

JULY 3.  After continuing our explorations of Sirinugger, we  repaired, about seven o'clock, to the

Maharajah's palace, where we  were received by a guard of honour of sixty men and four officers.,  the latter in

gold embroidered dresses, and hung all over with  earrings and finery of divers sorts and kinds. 

Ascending the stairs, we were met by the DEEWAN, or prime minister,  who conducted us into an open sort

of terrace over the river, where  we found the Maharajah with the few English officers already arrived  seated

on either side of him, and the nachgirls, about twenty in  number, squatted in a semicircle opposite them.

Standing behind his  Highness were colonels of regiments and native dignitaries of all  sorts, dressed in cloth

of gold and jewels, and in every variety  and  hue of turban and appointments. A number of these were Sikhs;

and  magnificentlooking men they were, with their flowing dress and  fiercelytwisted whiskers and

mustachios. The nachgirls, too   a  motley group  were attired in all the hues of the rainbow, and  with

the whiterobed musicians behind them, awaited in patience the  signal  to commence. In singular contrast to

this glittering throng,  which  formed the court, were the guests whom the Maharajah, on this  occasion,

delighted to honour. The British officer appeared generally  in the national but uncourtly costume of a

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swallowtail of unmistakeable civilization, neither the  one nor the other contrasted favourably in point of

grace with the  Cashmerian rank and fashion. 

After shaking hands with his Highness, who prides himself upon his  English way of accomplishing that

ceremony, and does it by slipping  into one's hand what might be taken for a dying flat fish, we took  our seats,

and the dancing began shortly afterwards. Though on a  more  magnificent scale than anything I had seen of

the kind before,  the  programme was flat and insipid enough. The ladies came out two and  two, and went

through a monotonous dieaway movement, acting, dancing,  and singing all at the same time, and showing

off their redstained  palms and the soles of their feet to the best advantage. Some of the  women were very

pretty, but very properly they modified their charms  by dressing in the most unbecoming manner possible.

Their headdress  was a little cloth of gold and silver cap hung all round with pendent  ornaments, and these

were becoming enough, but the remainder of the  dress was much more trying. A short body of shot silk was

separated  by a natural border from a gauze skirt, which hung down perfectly  straight and innocent of fulness,

and allowed a pair of white pyjamas  to appear beneath. These were fastened tightly round the ancles,  which

were encircled by little bunches of the tinkling bells, which  the ladies make such use of in the dance. Round

the shoulders comes  a  filmy scarf of various colours, which also plays a prominent part  in  all their

movements, and answers in its way to the fan of more  accomplished Western belles. 

After each couple had gone through the whole of their performances,  they used to squat themselves down

suddenly in the most ungraceful  style imaginable, and were then relieved by another pair of artistes  from the

group. 

One lady, in addition to the dance, favoured us with "the  Marseillaise"  with the French words, being

occasionally prompted by  the head  of the orchestra, who nearly worked himself into a frenzy  while

accompanying the dancers with both vocal and instrumental music  at  the same time. The Maharajah himself

was plainly dressed in white  robes, with a pair of palegreen striped silk pantaloons fitting his  legs like

stockings from the knee down, and terminating in a pair of  English socks, of which he seemed immensely

proud. His turban was of  the palest shade of green, and (in strong contrast to the rest of his  court) without any

ornament whatever. The little heir to the throne   a nice little blackamoor of about eight years of age 

was, like his  father, perched upon a chair, and arrayed in a green and gold turban,  pants, and socks, with the

addition of a velvet goldembroidered coat,  while round his neck were three or four valuable necklaces, one

of  pearshaped emeralds of great size and beauty. After a few dances the  doors of the banquetingroom were

thrown open, and his Highness led  the way into dinner with the commissioner. On entering, we found a

capital dinner laid out English fashion, and with a formidable army  of black bottles ranged along the table.

The Maharajah, however, had  disappeared, and we were left to feed without a host. The grandees,

meanwhile, remained outside, and still enjoyed the dances, ranging  themselves upon their haunches in front

of the rows of chairs which  not one among them would have dared to trust himself in for either  love or

money. Considering that our entertainer was a Hindoo, and  that his dinnergiving appliances were limited,

each person having  to  bring his own knife, fork, spoon, and chair, we fared very well,  and  after having drunk

his health, again assembled in the court,  where we  found Rumbeer Singh still occupied with the wearisome

nach,  and  reattired in a gorgeous dress of green velvet and gold. After a  short  stay he got up, and we all

followed his example, glad enough  to bring  the entertainment to an end, and betake ourselves to our  boats. At

the  stairs there was a desperate encounter with innumerable  boatmen, each  boat having six, eight, or ten

sailors, and all being  equally anxious  to uphold the credit of their craft by being the  first to land their  masters

safe, at home. We were fortunate enough to  reach our own at  once, and, with a shouting crew, away we

dashed up  the river, leaving  the others struggling, fighting, and flourishing  their paddles in the  air, in a way

which was more suggestive of an  insurrection scene in  Masaniello than the departure of guests from  a

peaceable gentleman's  own hall door on the night of an evening party. 

On the stairs there was an extraordinary assemblage of slippers,  which  seemed to hold the same relative

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owners of the bad, and the proprietors of the bad ones  were fain  to make the best of the exchange. Next

morning our  khidmutgar came up  with a most doleful countenance and presented to  our notice a pair of

certainly most illfavoured slippers, which a  fellow truebeliever had  INADVERTENTLY substituted for a

pair of later  date. The lost ones had,  in fact, only recently been received from the  bootmaker; and the  blow

was difficult to bear with resignation, even  by the saintliest  follower of Islam  a reputation which our

retainer  came short of  by a very long way indeed. 

JULY 4.  Having an accumulation of letters to answer, we devoted  the  day to writing  merely enjoying a

little OTIUM CUM DIG.  in  the  evening, reclining in our boat while serenaded by the crew of  boatmen. 

JULY 5.  Walked up, before daybreak, to the Tukht e Suleeman,  or  Solomon's throne, "the mountainous

Portal," which Moore speaks  of in  LALLA ROOKH, and which forms the most striking landmark in  the

valley.[8] 

From the summit there was a curious view of the multitudinous  wooden  houses and the sinuous windings of

the river, which could alone  be  obtained from such a bird'seye point of inspection. An old temple  at the top

was in the hands of the Hindoo faction, being dedicated  to  the goddess Mahadewee, and in charge of it I

found two of the  dirtiest  fukeers, or religious mendicants, I ever had the pleasure  of meeting.  One was lying

asleep, with his feet in a heap of dust and  ashes, and  the other was listlessly sitting, without moving a muscle,

warming  himself in the morning sun. Both were almost naked, and had  their  bodies and faces smeared with

ashes and their hair long and  matted.  They appeared to have arrived at a state of almost entire  abstraction,  and

neither of them even raised his eyes or seemed to  be in the  slightest degree aware of my presence, although I

took a  sketch of one  of them, and stared at both, very much as I would have  done at some  new arrival of

animals in the Zoological Gardens. 

In the evening we went again to Saifula Baba's and visited the  workrooms, where we were much astonished

by the quickness with which  the people worked the intricate shawl patterns with a simple needle,  and no copy

to guide them. 

The first stages of the work are not very promising, but the  finished  result, when pressed and rolled and duly

exhibited by that  true  believer Saifula Baba, in his snowy gown and turban, was  certainly  in every way

worthy of its reputation. 

Returning home, we visited a garden where any of the English  visitors  who die in the valley are buried  the

Maharajah presenting  a  Cashmere shawl, in some instances, to wrap the body in. There were  about eight or

ten monuments built of plaster, with small square  slabs for inscriptions. One of these was turned

topsyturvey, which  was not to be wondered at, for a native almost always holds English  characters

upsidedown when either trying to decipher them himself  or  when holding them to be read by others. 

JULY 6.  In the early morning I ascended to the throne of  Solomon,  in order to get a sketch of the Fort of

Hurree Purbut, and in  the  afternoon we repaired to the lake behind the town, where there was  a  grand Mela or

fair, on the water, to which the Maharajah and all his  court went in state. The lake is beautifully situated at

the foot of  the mountains, and was covered so densely in many parts with weed and  waterplants that it bore

quite the appearance of a floating garden;  and as the innumerable boats paddled about, with their bright and

sunny cargoes, talking and laughing and enjoying themselves to their  heart's content, the scene began to

identify itself in some measure  with Moore's description of the "Sunny lake of cool Cashmere," and  its

"Planetree isle reflected clear," although the poet's eyes had  never rested on either lake or isle. Putting

poetry on one side,  however, for the present, we made our way to the extremity of the  lake, in order to pay a

visit to his Highness's gaol, where we were  received by a very civil gaoler, equipped with a massive sword

and  dilapidated shield. We found 110 prisoners in the place, employed  generally in converting dhan into

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primitive machine for boring firearms ever invented, both  worked by waterpower. The prison dress was

uniform in the extreme:  it consisted simply of a suit of heavy legirons and nothing more! 

After seeing the fair, we paddled across through a perfect  watermeadow  to the Shalimar gardens, where we

found the Rajah and his  suite  just taking their departure. The vista on entering the gardens  was  extremely

pretty: four waterfalls appear at the same moment,  sending  a clear sheet of crystal water over a broad stone

slab, and  gradually  receding from sight in the wooded distance. A broad canal  runs right  through the gardens,

bridged at intervals by summerhouses  and crossed  by carved and quaintlyfashioned stepping stones. At the

extremity  there is a magnificent baradurree of black marble, which  looks as if  it had been many centuries in

existence, and had  originally figured in  some very different situation. The pillars were  entire to a length of

seven feet, and were highly polished from the  people leaning against  them. Around this, in reservoirs of

water, were  about two hundred  fountains, all spouting away together, and on one  side a sheet of  the most

perfectly still water I ever saw. It appeared  exactly like  a large lookingglass, and it was impossible to

discern  where the  artificial bank which inclosed it either began or  terminated. 

In these gardens it was that Selim, or Jehangeer the son of Akbar,  used to spend so many of his days with the

farfamed Noor Jehan in the  beginning of the seventeenth century, and here was the scene of their

reconciliation, as related by Feramorz to Lalla Rookh ere he revealed  himself to her as her future lord, the

king of Bucharia. From these  founts and streams it was that the fair Persian sought to entice her  lord, with

"Fly to the desert, fly with me!" 

"When breathing, as she did, a tone

To earthly lutes and lips unknown;

With every chord fresh from the touch

Of Music's spirit,  'twas too much!"

"The light of the universe" overcomes even the "conqueror of the  world." Thinking it, after all, wiser to kiss

and be friends than be  sulky, he surrenders at discretion:  

"And, happier now for all their sighs,

As on his arm her head reposes,

She whispers him with laughing eyes,

'Remember, love, the Feast of Roses!' "

Leaving the favourite haunts of the "magnificent son of Akbar," we  crossed the lake again to see the

Maharajah inspect a party of about  2,000 soldiers, who were departing for the war at Girgit. Nothing  in  the

way of supplies being procurable near the scene of action,  the  greater part of the review was taken up by the

marching past of a  horde of Cashmeree and mountain porters, heavily laden with the sinews  of war.

According to report, the pay of the army here is about five  shillings per mensem, with a ration of two pounds

of rice per diem. 

In the evening, the number of boats congregated on the lake  was  marvellous. All were perfectly crammed

with Cashmerian  pleasureseekers; but the turbaned faithful, in spite of the pressure,  in no way lost their

dignity, but with pipes and coffee enjoyed  themselves in apparently entire unconsciousness of there being a

soul  on the lake beside themselves. The most wonderful sight, however,  was  the immense crowd of

manycoloured turbans congregated on shore,  witnessing the departure of the Cashmerian Guards; and as

they  thronged  the green slopes in thousands, they gave one quite the idea  of a mass  of very violentcoloured

flowers blooming together in a  garden. On  our way home we had great jostling, and even fighting, in  order to

maintain our position among the crowds of boats, the result  of which  was that our crew managed to break two

paddles in upholding  the dignity  and respectability of their masters. The Maharajah  himself, however,  gave

us the goby in great style, in a long quaint  boat, propelled by  thirtysix boatmen, and built with a broad seat

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Highness reclined. By his side  was the little prince,  in glorious apparel, while half a dozen of his  court,

arrayed in  spotless white, appeared like so many snowdrifts  lying at his feet. 

JULY 7.  Made our arrangements today for a trip by water to the  Wuler Lake, and spent the afternoon in

inspecting the jeweller's and  other shops in the city. The native workmen appear to engrave cleverly  both on

stone and metal, and some of their performances would bear  comparison with any European workmanship of

a similar kind. They  also  work in filagree silver, charging about sixpence in every two  shillings' worth of

silver for their labour. About nine P.M. we took  to  our boats; F. and I occupying one together, in which we

stowed  bedding,  dressingthings, while the cooking apparatus and servants  occupied  the other. Passed the

night very comfortably, and found the  situation  most conducive to sleep, as we glided gently along with the

stream. 

JULY 8.  Awoke to find an innumerable swarm of mosquitoes buzzing  about our habitation, and

apparently endeavouring to carry it  off  bodily. Letting down, however, the muslin curtains, which the

foreknowledge of the faithful Q.M.G. had provided us with, we  succeeded  in puzzling the enemy for the time

being. About eight  o'clock, the  fleet came to an anchor at a luxuriant little island at  the entrance  of the great

lake; to all appearance, however, it might  have been  situated in a meadow, for we had to force our way to it

through a  perfect plain of green waterplants, whose slimy verdure  covered the  face of the lake for miles

around. It was wooded by  mulberry trees,  very prettily entwined with wild vines, and in the  midst were the

remains of an old Musjid, in which we discovered a slab  of black  marble, covered with a beautifully carved

inscription in  Arabic, and  appearing as if it had not always held the ignoble  position which it  now occupied.

Scattered about the island, also, were  many scraps of  columns and carved stones, which gave evidence of

having belonged  to some ancient temple or palace. While thus surveying  our island,  we were pestered to

death by swarms of prodigious  mosquitoes, for  which the Wuler Lake is justly celebrated, and during

breakfast the  eating was quite as much on their side as ours; so that  we were glad  to weigh anchor, and with

our curtains tightly tucked in  around us,  we floated away, in lazy enjoyment of climate and scenery,  towards

the  centre of the lake. As we cleared the margin of the  waterplants, we  found ourselves on a glassy surface,

extending away  towards the west  as far as the eye could see, and bordered on all  sides by gorgeous  mountains

and ranges of snow. Around the edges of  the lake a sunny  mirage was playing tricks with the cattle and the

objects on the banks,  and as we glided lazily on with the stream, and  the splashing paddles,  and even the

foiled mosquitoes, made music  about us, we began to  enter more into the spirit of our situation, and  to

appreciate the  peculiar beauties of the "sunny lake of cool  Cashmere," with the  DOLCE FAR NIENTE

existence which of right belongs  to it. About one  o'clock we reached Sompoor, at the Baramoula  extremity of

the lake,  and as it came on to blow a little, it was not  too soon: our boats  were totally unadapted for anything

rougher than a  millpond, and in  the ripple excited by the small puffs of wind, I had  the misfortune  to ship

what was, under the circumstances, a heavy sea,  and so  sacrificed the prospects of a dry lodging for the night.

Sompoor we  found a picturesque but dirty village, with promise of good  fishing,  in the river below it. We

unfortunately had no tackle, but  the boatmen  succeeded in catching five or six good fish with a hook  baited

with a  mulberry only : a very favourite article of consumption,  apparently,  among the Cashmerian little

fishes. 

Dropping down the river, we dined on the bank among the mulberry  trees,  and I afterwards essayed to take a

sketch of the village; such  a firm  and determined body of mosquitoes, however, immediately fell  upon  me,

that, after a short but unsuccessful combat, I was fairly put  to  flight, and Sompoor remained undrawn. We

passed the night above the  town, ready for an early start in the morning. 

JULY 9.  Left our moorings before sunrise, and halted about eight  A.M. at a little island stacked with

elephantgrass, where, after  as  good a swim as the tangled weeds would permit, we breakfasted  pleasantly

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From this point we adopted a new mode of progression, the boatmen  towing us from the bank; and the

motion was a great improvement on  the paddling system, except that it had a tendency to set one to  sleep

altogether. Reached Sirinugger, and our camp again, at four P.M. 

JULY 10.  Paid Saifula Baba, the shawl merchant, a visit today,  in order to get a bill of exchange on

Umritsur cashed. Found  him just  going out to Mosque, in his snowwhite robe and turban,  cleanlyshaved

pate, and golden slippers. Not having any money,  he promised us a  hundred rupees of the Maharajah's

coinage to go on  with. These nominal  rupees are each value 10 annas, or 1S. 3D., the  most chipped and

mutilated objects imaginable. On one face of the coin  are the letters  I.H.S. stamped, a strange enough device

for a heathen  or any other  mint to have adopted. While floating about the Eastern  Venice, we  discovered a

number of finelycut old blocks of stone in  the builtup  wall which bounded the river; and on inspecting the

place,  we came  upon an ancient Mussulman cemetery and ruined Musjid, in which  there  were some very

antiquelooking carvings, which apparently had  commenced life elsewhere than on Mussulman ground. The

graveyard,  however, was itself extremely old, although many of the turbaned and  lettered tombstones of the

faithful were in perfect preservation. All  began with the "La Ulah ila Ullah," or "B'ism Ullah,"[9] with which

everything connected with a Mussulman does commence, either in life  or death. 

All through the city one can trace the remains of some much more  ancient structure in the huge blocks of

carved stone which are  scattered about among their more plebeian brethren, and serve to form  with them, in

humble forgetfulness of past grandeur, the foundations  of the lofty rattletrap but picturesque wooden

structures which line  both sides of the river and form the city of Cashmere in the year of  grace 1860. 

Some of these houses, as one looks into the narrow lanes leading to  the river and sees them in profile, are

apparently in the last stage  of dissolution, leaning out of the perpendicular and overtopping their  lower stories

and foundations in a way that would put even the leaning  tower of Pisa to shame. One sixstoried house, of

long experience  in  this crooked world, had made the most wonderful efforts to redeem  his  character and to

recover his equilibrium by leaning the contrary  way  aloft from what he did below. Poor fellow! he had been

but badly  conducted in his youth, and was nobly endeavouring to correct his  ways in a mossy and dilapidated

old age. The tracery of much of the  woodwork carvings, and particularly of the windows, varies greatly,  and

in some places is so minute that it requires close inspection to  find out the design. Of these the Zenana

windows of the Maharajah's  palace are about the finest specimens; but as there is no way of  approaching

them closely, it is impossible to make out their details. 

JULY 11.  Started this evening by water for Islamabad, the  ancient  capital of Cashmere. 

We made a slight change in our arrangements, rather for the better,  by hiring a large boat for ourselves and

handing our own over to the  servants and culinary department in general. 

JULY 12.  Found ourselves not very far on our road on awakening  this morning, the night having been

very dark, the current strong  against us, and the sailors lazy. 

Another cause of delay also, if these were insufficient, was, that  the proprietor of the boat dropped his turban

overboard, with two  rupees in the folds of it, and the old lady his spouse had stopped  the fleet for at least an

hour to cry over the misfortune. Before  breakfast we had a swim, and found ourselves only just able to make

way  against the stream. Breakfasted on the river bank, under the  trees,  and surrounded by rocky

snowcapped mountains. Reading,  scribbling,  and eating apricots brought us to about an hour before  sunset,

when  F. and I landed and went ahead to pick out a spot for a  diningroom  for ourselves. In the search, we

passed through orchards  and gardens  innumerable, and finally decided upon a grove of  magnificent

sycamores  on the river bank, where we laid out our table  just as the sun went  down. Within view was a

picturesque old wooden  bridge, on the mossy  treeformed piles of which the bushes were  growing, as if quite

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JULY 13.  Found ourselves at sunrise at the end of our boat  journey,  bathed in the river, and started for

Islamabad, about half a  kos off. 

On the bank we found three other travellers encamped, and leaving  them  fast asleep, we pushed ahead and

took possession of the  baraduree. This  we found a charming little place in a garden, full of  ponds of sacred

fish, with old carved stones scattered about,  belonging to the Hindoo  mythology. Through one corner of an

upper tank  a stream of crystal  water flowed in from the mountain which rose  perpendicularly behind  it  the

water welling up from below in a  constant and abundant  stream. Round this corner were some most  grotesque

stones; and here  the sacred fish were assembled in such  shoals as to jostle each other  almost out of the water;

but whether  they were attracted by the fresh  supply of water or the sacred images  covered as they were with

votive  offerings of milk and rice, flowers,  the fish or the Brahmins  alone can tell. 

Tradition states that an infidel Christian officer once killed  three of  these fish, and having eaten one of them,

died shortly after.  Putting  their sanctity out of the question, however, the little  creatures  are so tame and so

numerous that few people would be  inclined either  to kill or to eat them. While feeding them with bread,  I

could have  caught any number with my hand; and holding a piece of  tough crust  under water, it was amusing

to feel them tugging and  hauling at it,  making occasional snaps at one's fingers in their  efforts. They were

generally about half a pound in weight. 

Our baraduree was built of wood, in the usual style, with latticed  windows of various designs, and having one

room overhanging the  stream which ran through the centre of the house from the sacred  tanks. Directly below

the place we occupied was a little waterfall,  which conversed pleasantly day and night; and by takingup a

loose  plank in the floor we could see as well as hear it. Learning that  there were some ruins in the

neighbourhood, supposed to have existed  from before the birth of our Saviour, we started in the afternoon for

a place called Bowun, or more popularly Mutton, about two and a half  kos off. 

The sun today we found very hot in this same valley of coolness,  its rays coming down on the backs of our

heads in a very searching  and inquisitive manner. Along the entire path there were running  streams in every

direction: and what with these and the magnificent  sycamores and walnuttrees which shaded us as we

walked, our opinions  of the beauty of the country got a considerable rise. The path from  the Peer Punjal Pass

by which we entered appears to be the worst  point of view from which to see the valley. From either the

Peshawur  or Murree roads the effect is much finer; and from the northeast,  from which direction it is

perhaps seldomer seen than any other, it  looks greener and more beautiful than from either of the other

points. 

At Mutton we found our three lazy friends of the morning, encamped  under the trees reading green

railwaynovels, and evidently very much  puzzled how to kill time. Beyond a tank teeming with sacred fishes,

there appeared nothing whatever to be seen here. Taking warning  from  this, we thought it not worth while

proceeding to Bamazoo,  where we  were told there were caves; but, treating the fishes to a  small coin's  worth

of Indian maize, we retraced our steps and diverged  about a kos  off the Islamabad road to Pandau. Here we

were rewarded by  coming  suddenly upon a magnificent old Cyclopeian ruin of grey stone,  bearing, from a

little distance, the appearance rather of an ancient  Christian Church  such as may be seen occasionally in

Ireland   than of a heathen place of worship. On entering, we found a number of  ancient carvings on the

massive stone walls, but they were much worn,  and the designs to us were unintelligible. Some of them were

like  the  Hindoo divinities, while others were more like Christian devices,  such  as cherubims, Altogether, it

puzzled us completely as to its  origin;  but there was no doubt whatever as to its having existed from  an

extremely ancient date; and from its general style, as well as the  absence of any similitude to any other place

of heathen worship we  have  met, we set it down in our own minds as most probably a temple to  the  Sun.[10]

Most of the figures, as far as their worn state would  allow  one to judge, appeared to be female; and there was

an entire  absence  of any symbol at all resembling a cross. Many of the huge  pillars had  been eaten away as if

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of the  decorations and figures appeared scattered about in  every direction. 

Passing through the town of Islamabad on our return, we went into  some  of the houses to see the people at

work at the loommade shawls.  Very  hardworking and intricate business it seemed to be, and very  hard  and

MANCHESTERY the production looked to my eye, far inferior to  the  handmade, shawl, though not

generally considered so. 

I tried to negotiate a shawl with the overseer, but he assured me  that the pieces were all made separately, and

were sent in to the  merchant at Sirinugger to be put together, and that he in fact had  nothing whatever to do

with the sale of them. 

In the evening we dined at a fashionably late hour, and were lulled  to sleep by the simple music of our

domesticated waterfall. 

JULY 14.  Started at daybreak for Atchabull, three and a half kos  off towards the northeast. The

baraduree we found situated in the  middle of a large reservoir, in a beautiful but halfruined garden;  and

here, the commissariat being unusually late in arriving, we  took  the edge off our appetites with a quantity of

small apricots,  red  plums, cherries, 

While exploring the gardens, we found, among other remains of  grandeur,  a Humaam, or hotbath room,

which was in very good  preservation, and  had probably in its day been honoured by the fair  presence of Noor

Jehan, with whom Atchabull was a favourite resort,  and who has been,  at one time or another, over all these

gardens,  during her lord's  visit to the valley. 

About thirty yards from the house, at the base of an almost  perpendicular hill, were the great sources of

interest which the place  possesses  viz., a number of springs of icecold water, bubbling up  to a height of

two or three feet above the surrounding water level,  and forming three separate rivers: one in the centre which

expanded  round our house, and one on either side. Around were fruittrees of  all sorts and kinds, and from

every quarter came the gurgling sound  of rushing water mingled with the singing of innumerable birds. Here

sweetly indeed do the "founts of the valley fall;" and their number  and beauty, as well as the purity of the

clear and crystal streams  which they pour over the length and breadth of the land, it is which  forms one of its

chief and pleasantest features, and has, no doubt,  mainly contributed to its reputation as a terrestrial paradise.

To  the abundance of these streams the inhabitants are indebted for the  crops of waving rice which spread

their delicatelygreen carpetting  over the entire valley; the purity of the waters give to the silks  the brightness

of their dyes and to their shawls their fame; and from  its virtues also the lovelighted eyes are supposed to

derive their  farfamed lustre. No wonder, therefore, that to the Hindoo at least,  "Cashmere is all holy land."

From his sunburnt plains and his home  by the muddy banks of his sacred Ganges, he can form but a small

conception of these cooling streams and shady pleasures. Should he  happen to read the glowing descriptions

of Lalla Rookh, and be perhaps  led to reflect that  

"If woman can make the worst wilderness dear,

What a heaven she must make of Cashmere!"

He no doubt ejaculates "Wa, wa!" in admiration of the poetry of  the West, and thinks complacently of the

partner of his joys as all  his fancy painted her. His highest flights of imagination, however,  probably fail to

transplant him very far beyond the actual wilderness  which bounds his mortal vision, while Pudmawutee and

Oonmadinee,  as  here depicted by his own artistic skill, present, in all their  loveliness of form and feature, his

best conceptions of ideal worth  and beauty. No wonder, therefore, that the reality of 

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and above all of  

"Those lovelighted eyes that hang over their wave,"[11] 

should shed its influence largely on his imagination, and that,  in  contrast to his own dry and dusty native

plains, Cashmere should  well  be called the Hindoo's Paradise. 

JULY 15.  Marched at dawn for Vernagh, a distance of eight kos,  rather over a Sabbathday's journey.

Here we had to wait a  considerable  time for our breakfast, the cook being an indifferent  pedestrian and  the

day a very hot one. The baradurree was curiously  built, close to  an octagon tank, the water from which ran at

a great  pace through an  arch in the middle of the house.[12] The tank was  supplied with  water in great

volume, but  from no apparent source, and  was filled with fine fish, all sacred,  and as fat as butter, from the

plentiful support they receive from the  devout among the Hindoos, not  to mention the unbelieving travellers,

who also supply them for  amusement. The tank itself, the natives  informed us, was bottomless,  and it really

appeared to be so; for  from the windows of the  baradurree, some fifty feet over the water,  we could see the

sides  stretching back as they descended, and losing  themselves in the clear  water, which looked, from the

intensity of  its blue, both deep and  treacherous to an unlimited extent. The water,  too, was so intensely,  icily

cold, that an attempt to swim across it  would have been a  dangerous undertaking, and neither F. nor I could

summon courage to  jump in. We, however, bathed in the stream which  ran out of the  inexhaustible reservoir,

and its effect we found very  similar to that  of hot water, so that a little of it went a very Iong  way with us. As

for the fish, they swarmed in such numbers that they  jostled each  other fairly out of the water in a dense

living mass,  while striving  for grains of rice and bread. 

This also was a favourite resort of Jehangeer and Noor Jehan; and I  found an inscription in the Persian

character which, in a sentence  according to Eastern custom, fixed the date of the erection of the  building

attached to the tank as A.H. 1029, or, about A.D. 1612. The  inscription runs thus:  

"The king of seven climes, the spreader of justice, Abdool,  Muzuffer,  Nooruldeen[13] Jehangeer Badshah,

son of Akbar, conqueror  of kings,  on the day of the 11th year of his reign paid a visit to  this fountain  of

favour, and by his order this building has been  completed. By  means of Jehangeer Shah, son of Akbar Shah,

this  building has raised  its head to the heavens." 

"The 'Inventor of Wisdom' has fixed its date in this line, viz :   'Aqsirabad o Chushma Wurnak.' " 

The fountain or reservoir, and the canal, seem to have been the  work of Shah Jehan, Noor Jehan's son, or

were probably remodelled in  his reign. The inscription referring to them runs also in the Persian  character on

a slab of copper: 

"Hyan, by order of Shah Jahan, King, thanks be to God, built this  fountain and canal. From these have the

country of Cashmere become  renowned, and the fountains aye as the fountains of Paradise." 

"The poet Survashi Ghaib has written the date in this sentence,  viz:   'From the waters of Paradise have

these fountains flowed.' " 

JULY 16.  On the road again at daybreak, with the intention of  going to a place called Kukunath, where

there were more springs, and  which, from information obtained from the sepoy who accompanied us,  was on

our road to Islamabad. However, like most information relative  to either direction or to distance in this

country, it turned out to  be wrong, and we accordingly altered our course and made for our old  quarters.

Breakfasted under a huge walnuttree, at a village about six  kos off, and reached Islamabad about one P.M.,

after a very hot tramp  of ten kos, through groves of sycamore and walnuts, and hundreds and  hundreds of

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principally employed  in weeding their ricecrops, standing up to their knees in mud and  water, and grubbing

about, with their heads in a position admirably  adapted to give anybody but a native, apoplexy in such a hot

sun. 

JULY 17.  In the middle of the night we were awoke by a  tremendous  uproar in our wooden habitation, as

if some one was  crashing about the  boards and panels with a big stick; immediately  afterwards something

jumped upon my bed, and with a whisk and a rush,  clattered through the  room to F.'s side, over the table, and

back  again to my quarter. Half  asleep and half awake, I hit out  energetically, without encountering  anything

of our uninvited guest;  and the faithful Rajoo coming in  with a light, I found F. brandishing  a stick valiantly

in the air,  everything knocked about the room; an  earthenware vessel of milk spilt  upon the floor, a tumbler

broken, and  a plate of biscuits on the table  with marks of teeth in them. This  latter discovery was quite a relief

to my mind, for the visitation had  a most diabolic savour about it,  and we were just beginning to fancy  that

there was a slight smell of  sulphur. However, the milk and the  biscuits being such innocent food,  we were

enabled to fancy that the  intruder might have been no worse  than a wild cat, which had  frightened itself by

breaking, our tumbler,  and had eventually jumped  through the window and made its escape. This

interpretation, however  satisfactory to ourselves, was apparently  not so to the Q.M.G., and to  his dying day

he will probably remain  rather doubtful of the kind of  company we kept that night. 

At sunrise I paid another visit to the ruins of Pandau, or Martund,  and sketched it from the northeast; a view

which took in the only  columns of any perfection that remained standing. 

Islamabad being, as its name implies, the "abode of Mahomedanism,"  I had set the kotwal to work to procure

me a good copy of the Koran. 

On returning, however, I found that he had collected together a  bundle of the common editions printed in the

Arabic alone, without  interlineations. He assured me, however, that they were rare and  valuable specimens;

and I was amused by the old gentleman reading out  a passage in a sonorous voice, following each word with

his finger,  and astonishing the bystanders by the display of his erudition; but  at the same time holding the

precious volume upside down, and thus  failing in impressing at least one of his audience. In the evening  we

started again for Sirinugger. 

JULY 18.  Found ourselves, according to sailing directions, at  anchor this morning, or in other words, tied

to an upright stick,  at  Wentipore, on the left bank of the river, where there were some  old  ruins to be seen. 

The architecture we found very similar to the Pandau temple. One  column, however, was left standing, which

was more perfect than any  we had seen before. 

The ruins consisted of a large quadrangle, with cloisters all  round,  and the remains of a temple in the centre;

both these were  completely  decayed, but the enormous stones piled together in grand  confusion  showed that

the buildings had been of considerable  extent.[14] The  corner stones here alone pointed out the position of

the cloisters,  which at Pandau had been in very fair preservation. 

About fifty yards from the entrance there were three columns of  different form, sunk in the ground, their

capitals just reaching a  little below the surface, and connected by trefoil arches, all in  pretty good

preservation. 

A few hundred yards down the river we found another large ruin, but  in a more dilapidated state than either of

the others. In both, the  designs carved in the huge stones were something similar in pattern   viz. a female

figure, with what appeared to be a long strip of  drapery passing round either arm and descending to the

ancles. It  was  impossible to decipher the exact device, but the breast and head,  in  most instances, were plainly

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About three kos from Sirinugger, we stopped at another very  extensive  site of Cyclopeian ruins, at a place

called Pandreton. Here  we found  the most perfect building of any we had met; and for a  considerable  distance

around were traces of what must have been, in  ages past,  a city of some extent. 

Among other interesting remains, there was the base of a colossal  figure standing in the midst of a field of cut

corn. Only from the  knees down remained, but this block alone was over seven feet high;  the toes were

mutilated a good deal, but the legs were in wonderful  preservation. There was also, about half a, mile off, an

enormous  base of a column, resting on its side, at the summit of a little  eminence, where a, considerable

amount of mechanical power must have  been required to place it. Its diameter was about six feet; and at  some

distance we found the remainder of the column, split into three  pieces. It was about twelve feet long, the

lower part polygon, the  upper round, and the top a cone similar in form to the stones  dedicated  to Mahadeo in

the temples of the Hindoos. The building which  alone  remained in at all a perfect state was situated in a sort

of  pond or  tank of slimy green, and was quite inaccessible without a  boat.[15]  Sending on the cooking

apparatus and servants, I remained  with the  smaller boat; and with a rug and a supply of biscuits, set to  work

to  sketch the ruins. The operation, however, was not performed  without  very great difficulty. Innumerable

mosquitoes made the spot  their  home, and at critical moments they persisted in settling  themselves  in the

most uncomfortable positions. The ants, too, took a  fancy to  my paintbox, and even endeavoured to carry

off some of the  colours;  so that between the two I was soon fairly put to flight, and  obliged  to evacuate the

territory. 

On consulting my Hindoo authority, Rajoo, on the subject of  Cyclopeian  ruins, he tells me that they were

built, not by man but by  "the gods,"  in the Sut Jug, or golden age, an epoch which existed no  less than

2,165,000 years ago, or thereabouts! 

This view of the matter increases the interest of the ruins  immensely,  besides being very complimentary to

the style of building  practised by  "the gods" in that age. 

The Hindoo ages are four, and we are believed to be at present  in  the last of the four, of which 5,000 years

have been already  accomplished. The names and duration are as follows, viz :  Sut Jug,  1,728,000 years;

Treth Jug, 1,296,000 years; Duapur Jug, 864,000  years;  and Kul Jug. 432,000 years. This makes the present

age of the  world  to be about 3,893,000 years! 

About five P. M. I reached Sirinugger, and found the advanced guard  in  possession of one of the bungalows.

Spent the night in a succession  of skirmishes with innumerable fleas, who appeared to have been out  of

society for a considerable time previous to our arrival. Up to  this moment I fancied that I knew something of

the natural history  of  the race, having studied them and fought with them and slept with  them  in their happiest

hunting grounds. Greek fleas, Albanian fleas,  Tartar  fleas, Russian fleas, I had combated on their own soil,

but  never  before was I put to such utter confusion. All night long the  enemy  poured in upon me, and several

times during the action was I  forced to  leave the field and recruit my shattered forces outside  in the

moonlight. As day dawned, however, I fell upon the foe at a  certain  advantage, and managed at last to get a

few hours of sleep. 

JULY 19.  Made an expedition to the small lake to see a building  which we were informed was built by the

Puree, or fairies  the Peri  of poetical licence. 

After a sharp struggle up a steep hill, under a hot sun, we reached  the building; but, to all appearance, the

fairies had less to do  with  the edifice than a race of very indifferent engineers. It was  evidently the remains of

a hill fort, built of stones and mortar,  and  with nothing wonderful in its construction whatever. It was

tenanted  by buffaloes and a few natives; and having seen specimens  of both  before, we took our departure

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In the plain below we found the remains of Cyclopeian ruins in an  enormous block of stone, part of a column. 

JULY 22.  Started this evening in the direction of the waterlake  in further search of ancient ruins. 

JULY 23.  Found ourselves at daybreak among the mosquitoes in a  little stream about two kos from

Patrun. After breakfasting, we  started  for the vicinity of the ruins. As usual, in the villages we  passed  through,

we found traces of cut stone doing duty as  washingstones,  or corners of walls, c and at Patrun we found

rather  a fine old ruined temple, something similar in style to those  towards  Islamabad.[16] It was surrounded

at some distance by trees,  which had  tended apparently to preserve the building, for the stone  carvings  were

clearer and less decayed by time than any others we  had seen.  Being caught here in a heavy rain, we had a

scamper for  our boats, and  after a wet journey, reached Sirinugger about eight P.M. 

JULY 26.  Finding ourselves rather tired of Sirinugger, and with  no other books than Hindostanee to

beguile the time, we resolved  upon  an expedition across the mountains into the regions of Little  Thibet.

Began preparations by hiring twelve coolies, at thirteen  shillings  each per mensem, and a mate or head man

to look after  them. Increased  our stock of ducks to twelve, and otherwise added to  our necessary  stores, and

completed the arrangements for a move. 

Today a number of arrivals and departures took place, and the  whole  settlement was in a state of excitement

and confusion. Boatmen  swarmed  about in rival application for employment, while all the  rascals in  the place

seemed to have assembled together for the  occasion: those  who had bills, wanting to get them paid; and those

who  were either  lucky or unfortunate enough to have none, wanting to open  them as  soon as possible with the

new comers. What with these and  pistol  practice and rifle shooting from upper casements across the  river,  in

order to expend spare ammunition, the European quarter was a  very  Babel all day long, and we were not

sorry to escape the turmoil  and  get under weigh to new scenes as soon as possible. 

About dusk we embarked in two large boats with Rajoo, the cook, and  the  bhistie, the other servants

remaining behind, much to their  delight,  to take charge of spare baggage, left in the bungalow. One of  the

Maharajah's army also accompanied us, a roughandreadylooking  sepoy irregular, whose duty it was to

ferret out supplies and coolies,  during our march, and at the same time, perhaps, to keep a watch  over  our

own movements and desperate designs. Passed the night under  gauze  fortifications, the disappointed

mosquitoes buzzing about  outside in  myriads, and striving hard to take a fond farewell of  their muchloved

foreign guests. 

By strange sounds from the direction of my companion's quarters,  as if of smacking of hands, I was led to

infer that they had  partially succeeded in bidding him goodbye. I, however, luckily  escaped without

receiving even as much as a deputation from the enemy,  and slept in happy unconsciousness of their vicinity. 

Little Thibet.

JULY 27.  About six o'clock this morning we found ourselves at  anchor under the mountains at the

northern extremity of the lake,  and  at the mouth of a dashing river of icecold water, into which we  lost  no

time in plunging. On mustering our forces after breakfast,  we found  that our possessions required fourteen

coolies for their  transport.  Our own immediate effects took four, viz. bedding two,  guns one, and  clothes, one;

the kitchen required four more;  tent one, charpoys one,  servants' reserve supply of food one,  brandy, one,

plank for table and  tent poles one, and last though  not least, the twelve ducks took up  the services of the

fourteenth  all to themselves. The rest of our  train consisted of the faithful  Rajoo, who came entirely at his

own  request to see a new country,  the two servants, the sepoy, and the  coolie's mate, who was to act as  guide,

carry small matters, and make  himself generally useful. After  a most affectionate parting with our  boatmen,

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sun. After several  halts under shady chestnuts,  groves of mulberry, and passing by a  gentle ascent through a

lovely country, we came to our first encamping  ground, at Kungur, and  pitched our tent under a chestnut

grove,  considerably hot and tired by  our first march, after all the ease and  comparative idleness we had of  late

been enjoying in the valley. Here  we saw the first of the system  of extortion which goes on among the

government authorities and the  people; for after the paymaster to the  forces had settled with the  seven coolies

who were not in our  permanent employ, not being able  to take all as we had originally  intended, they

assembled round us,  and complained most dolefully of  the smallness of their pay. The  sepoy, who appeared a

most pugnacious  customer, cuffed some of them,  and made desperate flourishes at others  with a big stick, and

seemed  altogether so anxious to prevent, as he  said, the "cherishers of  the poor," from being inconvenienced

by the  "scum of the earth,"  that we suspected something wrong, and on  inquiring, ascertained,  that out of the

amount due to the seven, viz.  one rupee five annas,  or about two shillings and eightpence, the organ  of

government had  actually stopped eight annas, or one shilling. The  mistake we soon  rectified, much to the

delight of the "scum of the  earth,"  who had  certainly earned their three annas, or fourpence  halfpenny per

man,  by carrying our impedimenta eight kos under a hot  sun,  and equally  to the disgust of "the organ"

who handed over the  difference with  a very bad grace indeed, and was rather out of tune  for the rest of  the

day. Our hearts being expanded by this  administration of justice,  we proceeded to a further act of charity,  and

emancipated our twelve  ducks from their basket, into a temporary  pond constructed for them  by the bhistie,

where they dabbled about to  their hearts' content,  and soon forgot the sorrows of the road in a  repast of meal

and rice. 

JULY 28.  Marched at six A.M., and after proceeding about a kos  found that we were in for a regular

wetting. Our path lay through a  beautifully wooded ravine with precipitous mountain peaks appearing  ahead

in every direction: these, however, were soon shrouded in  impenetrable mist, which gradually gathered in

about us, and proceeded  to inspect us in a most searching and uncomfortable way. 

The road however, though beautiful, was by no means a good one, and  it  was in many places difficult work to

keep one's feet in the wet  slush,  over wooden bridges, or along the side of a dashing torrent  which kept  us

company, and which seemed to be labouring just now under  an unusual  degree of temporary excitement, in

consequence of having  had too  much to drink. We had arranged to breakfast on the road, but  the rain  made us

push on, and on reaching the vicinity of our  haltingplace,  we stopped to inspect the condition of our

garments,  and to satisfy  ourselves as to our future prospects in the matter of  dry changes of  raiment. On

opening our small reserve, of which the  mate had charge,  I found that sad havoc had been made in the

precious  articles we had  been so hopefully depending upon for comfort and  consolation at the  end of our

soaking march. The last efforts of our  generally rather  useless dhobie had been brought to bear upon our

present equipment. The  massive brass smoothingiron and its owner had  alike done their best  to start us

creditably in life with the only  clean linen we were  likely to behold for many weeks, and now nothing

remained of the  first instalment of these spotless results, but a  wringing mass of  wet and dirty linen. The sun,

however, coming out  opportunely to our  assistance, we made the best of our misfortune by  spreading out our

small wardrobe to the greatest advantage in its  rays. Our guide, who  by the way appeared to know nothing

whatever  about the path, proceeded  to unroll his turban, and divesting himself  of his other garments,  took to

waving his entire drapery to and fro in  the breeze, with a  view to getting rid of the superfluous moisture.

Leaving him to this  little amusement, in which he looked like a  forlorn and shipwrecked  mariner making

signals of distress, I repaired  to a torrent close by,  and after a satisfactory bathe in the cold snow  water, and

very nearly  losing the whole of my personal property in the  rushing stream, donned  the few dry articles I was

possessed of, and  proceeded to pick out  our camping ground. We fixed it among the  scattered cottages of the

little village of Gundisursing, and while  waiting for the main body,  stayed our appetites with the few apricots

we managed to discover on  the already rather closely picked trees. 

Got breakfast at two P.M. just as the rain began to come down upon  us  again. The supplies procurable here

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JULY 29.  Marched early after enjoying a drier night than I had  anticipated from the look of the evening

and the finedrawn condition  of our tent. 

Our road continued up a beautifully wooded and watered valley, and  reaching a gorge in the mountains, about

five kos from our start, we  halted at a log hut a little way beyond a wooden settlement dignified  by the name

of Gugenigiera. 

Here we had a bathe in the rushing snow torrent, a curious  combination  of pain and pleasure, but the latter

considerably  predominating,  particularly when it was all over. 

After breakfast we sent the coolies on again, intending to halt  three  kos off; however, on reaching the ground,

they unanimously  requested  to be allowed to go on to the village of Soonamurg, the  haltingplace  shown on

our route. It was altogether considerably over  a Sabbathday's  journey, being nine kos of a bad

mountainpath; but as  no supplies  whatever were procurable short of it, we held on our  course. After  leaving

our halt, the path led us close to the torrent's  edge, and  the gorge narrowing very much, we were completely

towered  over in our  march by gigantic peaks of rock, blocks of which had come  down from  their high estate

at some remote period of their existence,  and now  occupied equally prominent though humbler positions in

the  torrent's  bed below. Occasionally they presented themselves in our  actual path,  and at one place we found

that our course was blocked  completely, the  inaccessible mountain side descending precipitously to  the

torrent,  and leaving us no option but to take to the water,  roaring and boiling  as it was. Our guide went first

with great  deliberation and groping  his way with a stick, and after an  ineffectual attempt to scale the  rock

above, F. and I also unwillingly  followed his example. The water  was piercingly cold as it swept  against us,

and the pain was so great  that we were glad to blunder  over as quickly as possible, without  taking very much

trouble about  picking our steps. After passing  this in safety we came suddenly upon  a band of hillmen with

their  loads, from Thibet; they were the first  natives we had encountered,  and wild and weirdlooking savages

they  appeared as they congregated  about us, gibbering to each other in  their astonishment at our sudden

appearance. With them, was a  strangelooking bullock, with long black  mane and tail, and hind  quarters like

a horse, which they apparently  used for carrying their  merchandize. Today we passed the first snow  since

leaving the valley,  although in the distance there was plenty  of it to be seen. 

Nothing could exceed the beauty of the view as we approached our  intended haltingplace. Having crossed

the torrent by a wooden bridge,  the mountains we had been winding through showed out in all their  grandeur,

while above us, inaccesible peaks, with sharp and fanciful  projections, nestled their mighty heads among the

fleecy clouds, which  hung about after the recent rains. In advance again, other mountain  ranges rose behind

each other, clothed on their southern faces with  delicate grass up to the point where the snow lay lightly on

their  rocky topknots and hid itself among the clouds. From the bridge,  a  rustic structure of entire pinetrees,

we passed through an upper  valley carpeted with the brightest soft green pasturage, until we  reached the usual

little cluster of dilapidated wooden tenements  which constitute a village in these mountains. This was

Soonamurg,  and crossing another bridge, formed of two single giant pines, we  came to a halt and pitched our

camp close to a huge bank of snow on  the river's brink. What with our halt, and the badness of the path,  we

did not arrive until five P.M., and as the sun set, the spray from  our snowy neighbour began to wrap its

chilling influence about us,  and we were glad enough to invest ourselves in some thick cashmere  wraps of

native manufacture, which we had hitherto considered merely  as standbyes in case of extraordinary cold on

mountain tops. 

According to general report, however, we only reach THE FOOT OF THE  MOUNTAINS tomorrow. This

sounds well, considering that we have been  ascending steadily for three days, and have left huge avalanches

of  snow beneath us, not to mention the mountains which we traversed on  the  Peer Punjal side before even

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At Soonamurg, where we had been warned that there were no supplies,  we found large herds of sheep and

goats. The, people, however,  were  not at all inclined to sell them, and we had some trouble in  getting  hold of

a couple of fine fat sheep from them, for which we  paid, what  was here considered a high price, viz. two

rupees, or four  shillings  each. We also enlisted the temporary services of two hairy,  horny  goats, which are to

accompany us for the next three marches as  portable dairies, no supplies being procurable on the road. Butter

and  milk are both forthcoming here in abundance, and occasionally rice is  to be got. Penetrated with the

freshness of the mountain air and the  freedom of our vagabond life, we came unanimously to the conclusion

that we had made a wise exchange from the FAR NIENTE DOLCES of  Sirinugger, and passed a vote of

general confidence in the expedition. 

JULY 30.  The wind this morning blew bitterly cold over the snow  and into our tent, rendering the

operation of turning out rather more  unpopular than usual. 

Got off, however, about six, and had a fine bracing march over a  grassy valley among the mountains. After

about four kos, the sun began  again to assert his supremacy, and, in conjunction with the cold of  the morning,

rather took liberties with our faces and hands. About  halfway we came upon the merry ring of axes among

the trees, and  found a party of natives constructing a loghouse for the benefit of  travellers towards Ladak.

Pitched our camp in a wild spot at the foot  of the mountains, bathed in the snow water, and had a sheep killed

for breakfast. 

One of the live stock died this morning: an unfortunate hen had  been  sat upon by the ducks, and the result

was asphyxia, and  consignment  to the torrent. 

JULY 31.  Finished up the month by a difficult march of four and  twenty miles, encamping at Pandras

about eight P.M. and no longer at  the FOOT of the mountains. Immediately on leaving our haltingplace we

commenced the ascent of a steep glacier, and for upwards of four miles  our path lay entirely over the snow:

so dense and accumulated was it,  that even when the sun came out and burned fiercely into our faces  and

hands, there was no impression whatever made on its icy surface. 

The glacier was surrounded on all sides by peaks of perpetual snow,  while parts of it were of such ancient

date that, ingrained as it was  with bits of stick and stones it bore quite the appearance of  rock.  The path was

in some places so indistinct, that on one occasion  I  found myself far ahead of the rest of the party, and

approximating  to  the clouds instead of to the direction of Ladak. About five kos  on our  journey we halted to

let the kitchen come up, and had our  breakfast on  the snow in the company of a select party of marmots. The

little  creatures appeared to live in great peace and seclusion here,  for they  let us up, in their ignorance of

firearms, to within thirty  yards of  them before scuttling into their habitations. They were all  dressed in

blackish brown suits of long thick fur, and considering  that they live  in snow for at least eight months out of

twelve,  they appeared not the  least too warmly clothed. As we went by they  used to come out and sit  up on

their hind legs, with their fore  paws hanging helplessly over  their paunches, while, with a shrill  discordant

cry, they bid us  goodmorning and then hurried back to  their houses again. Not having  our rifles handy they

escaped scot  free, otherwise we might have  borrowed a coat from one of them as a  reminiscence of the

country.  After another kos or two we began to get  clear of the glacier; but  occasionally we came upon

enormous masses of  snow jammed up on either  side of the torrent, the action of the water  having worn away

the  centre. The path gradually led us through rocky  passes, over torrents  spanned by snow among the

magnificent mountain  range; and although the  march was, rather long for a hill country,  we found no fault

with it  until about the last three kos, when it  was getting late in the day,  and although fast becoming hungry,

we saw no immediate prospect of  getting anything to eat. 

The last few kos we find invariably longer than their fellows;  one  kos by DESCRIPTION, at this stage of the

proceedings, being  generally  equal to two in reality. Asking a native, how far we are  from a  haltingplace, is

invariably answered in one of two ways:  either  THOREE DOOR, not very far, or NUZDEEK, close.


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THOREE DOOR means  generally about four miles, while NUZDEEK may be translated five at  least. A kos

too, which ought to be from one and a half to two miles,  means here anything between one mile and seven.

Delaying as much as  possible, to let our servants up, we reached Pandras at last, and  found all the inhabitants

turned out to see our arrival; they were  dressed in long woollen coats and sheepskins, and looked something

between Russians and Tartars, with a strong flavour of the Esquimaux,  as depicted by Polar voyagers. As the

sun went down it became bitterly  cold, and we found the natives even, shuddering under the influences  of the

snowy wind, which, setting in from the mountains, appeared to  blow from all points of the compass at one

and the same time. What  the village of Pandras must be in midwinter it is hard to imagine,  so covered with

snow as the mountains around it are even in August,  and so bleak and so barren the valley in which it is

situated. 

In spite of the cold, we astonished the entire swaddled population  by taking off our clothes, and bathing in a

little crystal stream  close by: two operations, in all probability, which they themselves  had never perpetrated

within the memory of the oldest inhabitant,  This feat accomplished, we were much astonished by the arrival

of a  RARA AVIS, in the shape of a British traveller, from the direction  of  Ladak. He turned out to be an

officer of the Government survey,  now  being carried on in the mountains, and we took the opportunity  of

deriving from him all the information we could, relative to the  prospect before us. He strongly recommended

us to go to the monastery  of Hemis, beyond Ladak, and also to the Lakes, but the latter would  appear to be

beyond the limits of our time. The only natives we had  met  during our unusually long march today, were

four hairylooking  savages  from the interior, from whom, after much difficulty, I  succeeded  in purchasing an

aboriginal tobaccopouch, flint, and steel,  all  combined in one, paying for the same about three times its

actual  and  local value, viz. two rupees. They were dressed in long woollen  coats,  with thick bands of stuff

rolled round their waists; and all  four had  bunches of yellow flowers stuck in their caps, and pipes,  knives,

tobaccopouches, hung round their girdles. Their shoes were of  the Esquimaux pattern, the soles sheepskin,

coming up all round the  front of the foot, where they were joined by woollen continuations   shoes, socks,

and leggings, being thus conveniently amalgamated into  one article of apparel. 

AUGUST 1.  On the road a little later than usual, all hands being  tired after yesterday's exertions. The path

today lay among huge  boulders of rock, which had come down as specimens from the mountains  above, and

after a short march of five kos, we reached Dras, a little  assemblage of flatroofed houses, with a mud fort

about half a mile  from it, in the valley. This was built with four bastions and a ditch  scarped with

pavingstones, which surrounded it on all sides except  one, where it was naturally defended by the torrent.

On the road we  passed a curious bridge, built entirely of rope manufactured from  twigs of trees. The cables

thus formed were swung across the torrent,  from piles of loose stones, in a most scientific way, though not

one  calculated to inspire confidence in any traveller with weak nerves who  might have to trust himself to its

support. It appeared, nevertheless,  a most serviceable structure, and was decidedly picturesque. At Dras  we

were able to get all supplies except fowls. 

AUGUST 2.  Having a long and uphill march before us, we were up  and  dressed by moonlight. Outside

the village, we came upon two  curious  old stones, standing about six feet high, upright, and carved  in the  way

we had already seen at the ruins of Pandau and elsewhere.  These  stones were of irregular form, and carved on

three sides, and  the  designs, though much worn, were distinctly traceable. They  represented,  apparently, a

male and female figure, standing about five  feet high,  and surrounded by three smaller figures each. Like all

the  other  sculptured figures we had seen, they were innocent of clothes,  with  the exception of the rope, or

very scant drapery, which ran  across  their ancles and up either side to the shoulders. 

Leaving these, we passed through a wild and rugged valley among the  mountains, cultivated in patches, and

watered by numerous little  sparkling crystal streams. At short intervals, there were little  settlements of mud

huts, built, Tartar fashion, one on top of another,  and peopled by a few miserablelooking natives, who

appeared, in  their woollen rags, to be cold, even in the middle of this summer's  day. The few travellers we

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were employed in conveying salt to Cashmere, packed in bags of  woven  hair, and laden on cows and asses as

weird and strangelooking  as  their owners. About five kos off, we called a halt for breakfast,  and  reached

Tusgam about four P.M. 

Here we found a few ARBOR VITAE, and other shrubs, in bad health,  the first of the tree species we had

encountered since ascending  the  glacier. 

AUGUST 3.  Struck our camp at sunrise, and crossing the torrent,  which still accompanied us, descended

the Pass by a slight  decline.  During the day we passed through numerous gorges, studded  with giant  masses

of rock, and bounded on all sides by rugged and  inhospitable  mountains. We only saw one village, and that

some way  off the road   Kurroo, the guide called it. Breakfasted under an  overhanging rock on  the

mountain side, just where our path was, hemmed  in by the torrent,  and were disturbed during our repast by

several  volleys of stones  which rattled down over us from above. They were set  free by the  melting of some

large masses of snow, which, being covered  with sticks  and dirt, we had not noticed when we chose our

breakfast  parlour so  close to their uncomfortable proximity. Today we met  more  saltcarrying parties 

uncouthlooking savages in pigtails,  speaking a language that not one of our party could understand. We

also encountered an originallooking goldwashing association of  five, who were wending their way towards

the snow with their wooden  implements. They were all also weighted with bags of grain, to keep  them alive

during their search. Their labour consists in sifting  the  fine sand which comes down in the snowtorrents,

charged with  minute  particles of gold; and the proceeds, from the appearance of  "the  trade," would not seem

to be very great. They say it amounts  only to a  few annas a day, but would probably not allow to the full

amount for  fear of being taxed. 

At our breakfasthalt we saw the most primitive specimen of a  smoking  apparatus probably ever invented. It

consisted of a dab of mud  stuck  in a hole of a tree, about five feet from the ground. Two small  sticks,  inserted

in this from above and below and then withdrawn, had  evidently  served to form the smoke passage; while the

bowl as  evidently had  been fashioned by the simple impression of a Thibetian  thumb, the  whole forming, for

the use of needy travellers, as  permanent and  satisfactory a public pipe as could well have been  devised. It

had  just been in requisition before we passed, for a small  quantity of  newlyburned tobacco lay in the bowl;

and a fresh patch of  clay on  the mouthpiece had probably been added, either in the way of  general  repairs or

by some extrafastidious traveller, who preferred  having  a private mouthpiece of his own. After rather a

severe march  through  rocky mountain gorges, we reached Chungun, a little oasis of  about  five acres of

standing barley, with three or four flatroofed  houses  dotted about it in the usual Tartar style of architecture.

It  also  boasted four poplartrees, standing in a stiff and reserved  little  row, evidently in proud consciousness

of their family  importance  among such rugged, treeless, iron mountains. 

It was altogether a refreshing little spot for a halt, after the  savage scenery we had marched through; and

pitching our camp in it,  we were not long in introducing ourselves to the little brawling  stream of clear cold

water to which it owed its existence. 

AUGUST 4.  Started this morning in a mountain mist. Just outside  the village we passed the scene of the

fall of an avalanche, which  gave one some faint idea of the enormous forces occasionally at work  among

these mountains. It had taken a small village in its path, and  over the place where it had stood we now took

our way, among a perfect  chaos of masses of rock, and uptorn earth, trees, The whole ground  was torn and

rent, as by the eruption of volcanoes or the explosion  of enormous magazines of powder. Passing this, our

path continued  to  descend the gorge until about two kos from Chungun, when another  torrent came down to

join its forces to the one we were accompanying;  and leaving our old companion to roar its way down to join

the Indus,  we proceeded up the valley in the society of our new friend. Passing a  series of little villages

nestled among the rugged rocks, we crossed  the stream by a tree bridge and causeway, to the Fort of Kurgil,

where, after a long consultation, we breakfasted. The differences  of  opinion between the guide and the rest of

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some saying three kos, others six, that we finally  determined upon getting some breakfast before deciding the

true  distance for ourselves. The village Hundas was another most perfect  little oasis. It was only about five or

six acres in extent, under  the frowning mountain, and was terraced and planted in the neatest  and most

economical way imaginable. The fields were beautifully clean,  and were quaintly adorned in many instances

by huge blocks of rock  from  the mountain above, bigger considerably than the whole of the  houses  of the

village put together. Leaving Kurgil, we made a sharp  ascent,  and crossed a plateau bounded by some

extremely curious  formations  of rock and sandstone. 

The mountains appeared to have been reared on end and cut with a  knife,  as if for the especial benefit of

geologists in general,  although the  hues of their manycoloured strata were calculated to  attract even  the

most ungeological mind by their brightness.  Descending from this  plateau, we came to a pass dotted with

three or  four little villages,  wooded with poplars, and adorned with a few  shrubs of different  kinds. Here

every available inch of ground which  the grudging rocks  bestowed was cultivated, although all around, the

mudbuilt native huts  were broken down and deserted, in such numbers  as to give the idea  of an Irish

settlement whose inhabitants had  transplanted themselves  to America. At the last of these little  villages,

called Pushkoom,  we pitched our camp, the retainers taking a  fancy to the place from  the promise it gave of

abundant supplies. 

AUGUST 5.  Made our first day's halt, and enjoyed it considerably   not the least of its advantages being

the immunity it gave us  from  being torn out of bed at grey hours in the morning. The rest  of the  force also

appreciated the day of rest, and made themselves  comfortable after their fashion under our grove of trees. 

In the afternoon I ascended the mountain opposite to reconnoitre  and  inspect the curious formation of strata,

which formed the  principal  feature of the place. 

The ascent I found at first to be over a soft crumbling small  stone,  resembling ashes, but of various colours,

and in  distinctlymarked  strata. These were generally of pinkish red and  grey, and from them  in large masses,

rose enormous blocks of concrete,  in all manner  of forms and shapes, some like towers and  fortifications, and

others standing out boldly by themselves, worn by  the weather into  holes and ridges. After a considerably

difficult  ascent, from the  crumbling nature of the stones, I reached the summit  of the mountain,  and climbing

a concrete monster which capped it, had  a magnificent  survey of the mountain ranges and country around. In

every direction  the eye rested on snowy summits, and the wind from  them fell coolly  and refreshingly after

the toil of ascent under a hot  sun. 

Returning through the village, I found the natives hard at work  collecting their crops of wheat and barley, and

stowing them away,  generally upon the flat tops of their houses. They seemed altogether  a peaceful, primitive

race; but, although their ground appears in  firstrate order, they themselves are uncultivated and dirty in the

extreme. The ladies, I am sorry to say, are even rather worse in this  matter than the gentlemen. The female

costume consists generally of  robes of sheep and goat skins thrown across the shoulders; while  a  long tail of

twisted worsted plaits, looking like a collection  of  oldfashioned bellropes, forms the chief decoration. This

is  attached  to the back hair, and hangs down quite to the heels, where it  terminates in a large tuft, with tassels

and divers balls of worsted  attached to it. On a hill overhanging the village were the remains  of  a mud fort,

which had been pulled down by Gulab Singh in one of  his  excursions to Thibet, with a view to bringing the

inhabitants  to a  proper sense of their position, and enforcing the payment of  his  tribute. 

The number of battered and deserted huts about the village is  accounted  for by the erratic habits of the

people, which induce them  never to  stay long in one set of houses, but to flit from one side of  the valley  and

from one settlement to another as the fancy strikes  them. That the  large increase of the flea population among

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Except when impressed for government employ, they seldom leave the  vicinity of their villages, and one old

gentleman told me he had  never been even as far as a place called Lotzum, which is only two kos  off! The

religion seems to be a mixture of Buddhism and Mahomedanism    the latter on the decrease as we get

farther into the country. 

The dress assimilates to the Chinese  pigtails and little  skullcaps  being the order of the day. We

obtained here good supplies  of cow's  milk, butter, and among other things, some peas. These  enabled  us to

celebrate our Sunday's dinner by a "duck and green  peas," and  never since the first invention of ducks could a

similar  luxury have  been so thoroughly appreciated. 

AUGUST 6.  Started early again, and marched five kos, through the  little halfdeserted settlement of

Lotzum to the village of Shergol,  where we halted for breakfast. Here we found ourselves fairly among  the

Buddhists, and saw an entirely new description of monuments  connected with religion, from anything we had

yet encountered. The  most striking objects were a series of tomblike buildings, without  entrances, and

adorned on all sides by the most hideous effigies,  rudely executed in coloured mud.[17] 

Some of these were men, depicted in bright red on a yellow ground,  with  horrible staring countenances;

others women, adorned with  numberless  necklaces and other ornaments; besides these, there were  peacocks,

griffins with human arms, deer, and all in the most flaring  colours and the very rudest designs. 

In the perpendicular face of a rock beyond was a very curious  monastery, or abode of the Lamas. It was built

completely IN the rock,  and was reached by a natural cavity on the face of the stone. 

Jutting out from the upper part, balconies had been erected  overhanging  the precipice, and these were

decorated with red copings,  spotted with  white. From the fact of only one of our party knowing the  language,

it was difficult to ascertain from the natives the history  of this  curious abode, but they gave us to understand

that it was the  home  of their Lamas, or spiritual preceptors. Here we met another of  the race of wandering

Englishmen, who was wending his way back to  the  valley. He was returning from a shooting tour, was all

alone,  and  appeared to have had very hard work indeed of it, if his face  and  hands and generally dilapidated

appearance might taken as a  criterion.  Not being quite in such light marching order ourselves,  we were able

to ask him to breakfast, and from his ready acceptance  and the entire  justice he did to our offer, I don't think

he could  have had anything  to eat for a week. 

He appeared to be a thorough sportsman, and had bagged several head  of  large game, which he showed us.

They were principally a kind of  wild  sheep with enormous heads and horns, each of his trophies being  almost

a coolie load in itself. Leaving Shergol, we entered a curious  valley  with rocks of concrete standing out like

towers and  fortifications,  and on the summits of these again, airylooking  habitations with  red streaks

adorning them, and entered, as that at  Shergol, by holes  in the face of the rock. These were, or had been,  the

abodes of the  Lamas; numbers of them now however, as well as the  mud settlements  at their feet, appeared in

ruins, and gave no sign of  habitation,  beyond having about them a number of little flags stuck on  long poles,

which fluttered about in the breeze. According to the  account of our  interpreter, which had to pass from

Thibetian into  Hindostanee before  it could clothe itself in English, the cause of  this dilapidation  was the state

of wealth and ambition at which the  Lamas had arrived,  and the consequent interposition of Gulab Singh to

take down their  pride and ease them of a little of their wealth, both  of which he  accomplished in the style to

which he was so partial, by  slaughtering  some hundreds of them and reducing their airy habitations  to ruins. 

At a place called Moulwee we came to a curious block of massive  rock  standing close beside the path, with

one of the redtopped houses  built into its side. Above this was a colossal figure with four arms,  rudely cut

on the face of the rock, and above all was perched an  implement, something after the fashion of a Mrs.

Gamp's umbrella of  large proportions, together with sundry sticks and rags, which seem  to be the common

style of religious decoration in these parts. 


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The figure was about eighteen feet high, the lower extremities  being  hidden behind the building at the base of

the rock. It resembled  in  some measure the sculptures occasionally seen among Hindoo temples,  but no one

appeared to know anything whatever of its origin or  history. 

Close to this there were an immense number of stones collected  together, bearing inscriptions in two different

characters, one of  which resembled slightly the Devanagree or Sanscrit. Seeing such a  profusion about, I

appropriated one which happened to be conveniently  small, and carried it off in my pocket. 

The sun being intensely powerful, we called a halt at a village  named Waka, perched among the rocks, where

we found a rattletrap of a  baradurree, which saved us the trouble of pitching our tents. Opposite  to us was a

curiously worn mass of concrete mountain, which might  easily have been mistaken for artificial lines of

fortification,  had  not the scale been so large as to preclude the possibility of any  but  giants or fairies having

been the engineers. At the head of the  valley  there was a fine snowcovered mountain, which helped to keep

us cool  in an otherwise excessively hot position. The cook having  been rather  overcome by his exertions

today, we got our dinner at  the fashionable  hour of nine P.M. 

AUGUST 7.  Starting from Waka at cockcrow, we marched up a steep  ascent, through a bleaklooking

range of hills, to Khurboo, where we  bivouacked under a tree and got breakfast about noon. 

Afterwards, I examined more minutely the inscription on the  stones, which, as we advanced into the country,

appeared to  increase  considerably in number. They consisted in almost every  case of the  same word,

containing five letters in one character  and six in the  other, though I occasionally there were additional  letters,

and  sometimes, though very rarely, a stone with a different  inscription  altogether. After a good deal of

difficulty I succeeded  in unearthing  a Lama from the village to help me in my researches,  and a

strangelooking dignitary of the Church he turned out to be when  he  did make his appearance. He was a

bloated and fat old gentleman,  dressed in a yellowish red garment of no particular shape, and looked

altogether more like a moving bundle of red rags than anything else,  human or divine. 

Finding that nothing was required of him more expensive than  information, he appeared delighted to show off

his learning, and by  means of the sepoy, who was the only one of our party acquainted with  both Thibetan

and Hindoostanee, I ascertained that the words carved  upon the stones were "Um mani panee," and meant, as

far as I could  make out, "the Supreme Being." As the old gentleman repeated the  mystic syllables, he bobbed

and scraped towards a strangelooking  monument close by, in an abject, deprecatory way, as if in extreme

awe of its presence.[18] 

On inquiring the origin of this new structure, which was built of  stones and plaster, and decorated with red

ochre, all we could get out  of him was a fresh string of "Um mani panees," and a further series  of moppings

and mowings, accompanied by a sagacious expression of  his  fat countenance, indicative of the most entire

satisfaction at  the  clearness of his explanations, and a sense of his own importance  as a  Lama and an

expositor of the doctrines of Buddh. 

He also explained the only other inscription which I had seen;  and  according to the interpretation of the

sepoy, it ran thus:   " As God  can do so none other can."[19] 

Not another piece of information could I elicit relative to the  religion beyond the continual "Um mani panee,

Um mani panee!" which  our friend seemed never tired of mumbling; and although the sepoy was,  I believe,

considerably more adapted for the extraction of reluctant  supplies of food for our kitchen than for eliciting

such information  on the subject of theology as I was in search of, the real cause of  failure was more to be

attributed to the extreme ignorance of the  particular pillar of the Church that we had got hold of, than to any

little literary failings of the interpreter. Such were the quantities  of the inscribed stones about this place, that

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of any sort are few and far between, and where none  appear who seem at all capable of executing such

inscriptions. 

AUGUST 8.  Having suffered a good deal yesterday from the heat  of the sun, we started this morning by a

bright moonlight, at about  halfpast four A.M. 

Entering the Pass of Fotoola, we ascended gradually for some five  kos,  and reached a considerable elevation,

with a good deal of snow  lying  about on the mountains. A peak on the right was 19,000 feet  above  the sea

level, and few of those in our immediate vicinity were  under  17,000 feet. From the summit of this pass we

descended about  three  kos to Lamieroo, without passing a single hut or village on the  entire  road. The only

natives we encountered were a party of three  from Ladak,  on their way to Cashmere, with a couple of fine

native  dogs, as a  present from the Thanadar to some of his visitors. The  pedestrians one  generally meets now

are old ladies, carrying conical  baskets filled  with sulphur or saltpetre, in the direction of  Cashmere, and so

shy  are they, that on beholding "the white face" they  drop their loads as  if shot, and scuttle away among the

mountains, so  that, if inclined,  we could seize upon the Maharajah's munitions of  war and carry them  off

without difficulty. On reaching the vicinity of  Lamieroo, the  inscribed stones became more frequent than

ever. They  were placed  generally upon long broad walls, the tops of which sloped  slightly  outwards, like the

roof of a house. Supplies of uncut stones  were also  in many instances collected together in their vicinity, as  if

for the  benefit of any pedestrian who might feel inclined to carve  out his  future happiness by adding to the

collection. Lamieroo, as its  name  would seem to imply, appears to have been a headquarters of the  Lamas  and

their religion. It contains a curious monastery, or  Lamaserai,  built upon the extreme top ledge of a precipice

of concrete  stone,  and at its base (some hundred feet below) the habitations which  constitute the village are

also perched on pinnacles of rock, and  scattered about, often in the most unlikely spots imaginable. Entering

the bason formed by the valley in which this curious settlement is  situated, one opens suddenly by an

ascending turn upon the whole  scene, and anything more startlingly picturesque it would be hard to  conceive.

As the view appears, the first objects presented are a host  of little monumentlike buildings, which line the

path and are dotted  about in groups of from three to twelve or fourteen together. They  stand about seven feet

high, and, as far as we could make out from  the natives, are erected over the defunct Lamas and other saints

of  the Buddhist religion, after which they become sacred in the eyes  of  the living, and are referred to with

scrapings and bowings and  "Um  mani panees" innumerable. In the monastery we found twenty Lamas  at

present domiciled  fat, comfortablelooking gentlemen  they all  were, dressed in orangeyellow garments,

and not a bit cleaner than  the  rest of the natives, nor looking by any means more learned.  Mounting  the side

of the bill, and passing under one of the redring  pillared  monuments, we entered the precincts of the

monastery, and  threading  some very steep and dark passages in the interior of the  rock, were  received by a

deputation of Lamas, with the salutation of  "Joo, Joo!" 

We were then ushered with great ceremony into their temple, much to  the  awe and consternation of our

guides, who apparently expected to  see  us as much overcome by the sanctity of the place as they  themselves

were. The temple we found a small square room with a  gallery round  it, from which were suspended

dingylooking Chinese  banners, flowers,  and at one end were about twenty idols of various  designs, seated  in

a row staring straight before them, and covered  with offerings of  Indian corn, yellow flowers, butter, They

were for  the most part  dressed in Chinese fashion, and in the dusky light had  certainly a  queer weirdlooking

appearance about them, which was quite  enough  to overawe our village guide; not being accustomed to such

saintly  society, he could hardly raise his eyes or speak above his  breath,  but stood with hands joined together

and in a supplicating  posture,  enough to melt the heart of even the very ugliest of idols.  The service  (by

particular desire) began by three of the most unctuous  of the  Lamas squatting down on some planked spaces

before the  divinities,  and raising a not unmusical chaunt, accompanying  themselves at the same  time with a

pair of cymbals, while two large  doublesided tomtoms or  drums gradually insinuated themselves into  the

melody. These were each  fixed on one long leg and were beaten with  a curved stick, muffled  at the end. The

performance of the cymbals was  particularly good,  and the changes of time they introduced formed the  chief

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a duett upon two  enormous brass  instruments like speakingtrumpets grown out of all  decent proportions;

they were about five feet long, and were placed on  the ground during  the performance, and as two of the

fattest of the  Lamas operated and  nearly suffocated themselves in their desperate  exertions, the result  was the

most diabolical uproar that ever could  have been produced  since the first invention of music. 

Not being able to trust the sepoy in such a delicate undertaking, I  was  unable to get any information from the

Lamas on religious  subjects;  and all signs and suggestive pointings, were immediately and  invariably

answered by "Um mani panee," so that we left about as wise  as we entered. The most interesting object in the

place was a library  of Thibetian books. It consisted of an upright frame divided into  square compartments,

each with a word cut deeply into the wood over  it, and containing the volumes. These were merely long

narrow sheets,  collected between two boards, also carved on the outside with a name  similar to the one on the

shelf. The characters were beautifully  formed, and I tried to purchase a small volume, if a thing about two

feet long could be called so, but without effect. There were about  thirty of these books in the place,

ponderous tomes, carefully covered  up, and little read, to judge by the quantity of dust collected on  them.

They read us, however, a small portion of one, in a drawling,  sonorous tone, and with no very great facility. 

These books, together with a number of rudelyprinted papers, of  the  nature of tracts, one of which I carried

away, containing some of  the  characters similar to that on the inscribed stones, appear to have  been  printed at

Lassa,[20] the capital of Thibet Proper, and from  there,  the headquarters of the religion in these parts, all the

musical  instruments and other paraphernalia belonging to the temples  are  also sent. One exception, however,

I discovered; this was an empty  brandybottle, bearing a magnificent coloured label, which certainly  could

not have been issued from the Grand Lama's religious stores. To  the English eye, or rather nose, it had but

little of the odour of  sanctity about it; but here it evidently held a high position, and  was prominently placed

among the temporal possessions of "the Gods." 

The women here, and those we met on the road during the last two  marches, wore a curious headdress,

differing from anything of the  kind  we had before seen. It consisted of a broad band extending from  the

forehead to the waist behind, and studded thickly with large  coarse  turquoises. These generally decrease in

size from the forehead,  where  there is a larger turquoise than the others, down to the waist,  and  where the hair

ends, it is joined into a long worsted tail  terminating  at the heels. Some of these bands must be of

considerable  value,  but the proprietors, although otherwise in complete rags, will  not  part with them for any

consideration. One lady whom I accosted on  the subject, thought I was going to murder her, and took to her

heels  forthwith. In general, however, the fair sex here carefully  hide both  their charms and their turquoises

behind the nearest rock  or the most  convenient cover that presents itself, and vanish like  phantoms  whenever

they discern a white man in the distance. 

The cooking department being delayed by the ascent, we got no  breakfast  today until one o'clock, unless a

drink of milk and a  biscuit on  arrival could be called by courtesy a breakfast. 

AUGUST 9.  Descended from Lamieroo through a precipitous pass  for about three kos and a half, to

Kulchee, a tidy little village  of  fifteen huts, situated in an oasis of apricot and walnuttrees,  the  first we had

encountered since leaving Cashmere. 

The people here seemed particularly simple and happy among their  waving  cornfields and wild fruittrees,

and they were most anxious to  supply  us with apricots and milk, and whatever they could produce. The  Gopa,

or headman of the village, could speak a little Hindostanee,  besides  being able to read and write his own

language in two  characters, and  as he seemed unusually sharp and intelligent, I was  very glad to have  a chat

with him while waiting for the commissariat  to come up. The  character most common on the inscribed

stones, and one  of those now in  actual use, he told me was Romeeque; the other, the  square character  on the

stones, is obsolete, and is called Lantza;[21]  while a third  character, which was the one he was most

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His explanation of the stones was, that at the last day a certain  recording angel, whom he called Khurjidal,

would pass through the  land, and inspecting these mounds of inscribed stones, would write  down the names

of all those who had contributed to the heap. What the  inscription was he seemed unable clearly to explain,

but believed it  to  refer in some manner to the Supreme Being. Whatever it was, all  those  who had contributed

their share towards its dissemination, by  adding  stones to the mounds, were certain of future rewards, while

those  who had omitted to do so were as equally certain of  punishment.[22] 

This explanation of the difficulty caused me some qualms of  conscience  on account of the future prospects of

the unfortunate  writer whose  particular stone I had appropriated; but for fear the  Gopa himself  might be the

sufferer, I thought it better not to confide  my emotions  to him, but to leave the case in the hands of Khurjidal. 

Regarding the state of the people here, he told me that each house  paid a tax of seven rupees per annum to the

Maharajah. This, for  the  entire village, would only give 105 rupees per annum towards the  enrichment of the

Treasury. 

The Lamas, who have no ground of their own, appear to be a further  burden on the population. They are

supplied gratuitously with food,  and appear to be somewhat similar to the Hindoo Fukeer, devoting

themselves to religion and remaining unmarried. They, however, are  not so violent in their opinions, and are

more conversable, to say  nothing of being decidedly cleaner. 

We breakfasted under the spreading walnuts, among an audience  composed  of the entire village, who seemed

much edified and amused by  our  novel manners and customs. Some of our English possessions took  their

fancy immensely. A cutglass lantern and the label of a bottle  of  cherrybrandy in particular, seemed to them

the very essence of the  rare and curious, and they seemed never tired of admiring them. After  breakfast we

again took the road, and marched three kos to another  little wooded settlement, called Nurila, situated, like

Kulchee,  upon  the Indus, or, as it is here called, the Attock. The noisy,  dirty  torrent, as it here appears,

however, gives little promise of  becoming, as it does in after life, one of the largest of the stately  Indian

rivers. 

AUGUST 10.  From Nurila we travelled along the Indus bank to  Suspul,  a distance of seven kos or

thereabouts, stopping for breakfast  at  a village whose entire population consisted of one woman! The river

being shut in by high and rocky mountains, our path took several most  abrupt turns and startling ascents and

descents in its meanderings,  and  proved altogether the worst for coolies to travel that we had as  yet

encountered. The greater part of our march, too, was under a  burning  sun, whose rays the rocks on either side

of us reflected in  anything  but an agreeable way, giving thereby a considerable addition  of colour  to our

already wellbronzed countenances. Near Suspul we had  to take  to the water, as a mass of overhanging rock

jutted into the  river and  completely obstructed the path; and here one of our coolies,  stumbling,  dropped his

load into the torrent. It was a particularly  precious part  of our expeditionary stores, containing, among other

things, the small  stock of brandy which was to last us back to  Sirinugger. However,  on inspecting the

contents of the basket, the  precious liquid was  safe and sound, and the only damage was the  conversion, PRO

TEM. of  our stock of best lump sugar into MOIST.  Suspul we found situated in  a halfmoon shaped break of

fertility  among the barren mountains. The  snow was within half an hour's climb,  while at the same time the

sun  shone with such power as to blister our  faces, and even to affect the  black part of the expedition, rendered

somewhat tender, no doubt, by  the unusual mixture of heat and cold to  which they had already been  exposed.

We encamped here under a grove of  apricot and appletrees,  which resulted in the production of an

appledumpling for dinner. 

AUGUST 11.  Leaving Suspul, we ascended considerably to the  village  of Buzgo, another of the

cloudbuilt little settlements so  dear to  the Lamas. The tenements were most picturesquely pitched upon  the

extreme tips of almost perpendicular rocks, and to many of them  access seemed apparently impossible.

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unusually long wall of the inscribed stones, one of which,  although  containing the same inscription, was of a

different pattern  from any I  had hitherto discovered.[23] 

The next oasis was Egnemo, formed, like all the others, by the  existence of numerous little springs of crystal

water, which enabled  the waving corn to raise its golden head, and the apricot and the  appletree to flourish

in refreshing contrast to the general  barrenness  and sterility which reigned around. 

After a grilling march, we enjoyed the delights of a bathe under a  waterfall of clear cold water, and got our

breakfast by eleven  o'clock. 

Today, some of our brigade of coolies begin to complain of  sickness,  which sounds alarming, not only to

themselves, but to us,  for none  others are now procurable. This results from their making too  free  with unripe

apricots, and drinking too many gallons of cold water  on  the road; also, however, from the fact of my having

doctored the  first  patient who had presented himself, with a couple of pills and  some  tea  a piece of

generosity which drove all the others nearly  mad  with jealousy and envy, and set them thinking how they also

might  be  participators in similar luxuries. The pills, although in this  instance  selected promiscuously from a

varied stock, were the great  objects of  desire, and such was their confidence in the virtuous  properties of  the

remedy, that the character of the particular bolus  that fell to  their share was to them a matter of no

consequence  whatever. So great  a rage is there for medicine among people who have  never known the  luxury

of paying for it, that even the blind and  deformed continually  applied to us for it on the road. 

AUGUST 12.  Halted today, and gave all hands a day of rest,  which  was rather required after our

incessant marching. In the  afternoon  we explored the village, and enjoyed a magnificent sunset  behind the

ranges of distant snowy mountains. The crops here were more  backward  than those met hitherto, although the

power of the sun was  rather  on the increase than otherwise, as we advanced. Some of the  fields  were

occupied by beans, peas, and wheat, all growing like a  happy  family together. 

AUGUST 13.  Made an unusually early start, this morning, for  our  final march into Ladak. The first part

of the journey was up a  precipitous ascent, and over shifting gravel, which was very trying  to our already

wellworn boots; and it was a relief when, on arriving  at the summit, we found a long and gradual descent

before us, with  an  entirely new panorama of snowclad mountains extending away  towards  Ladak. 

In the distance, close to the river Indus, which here branched out  into  several small and separate streams,

there was a high mound,  topped with  buildings, which we made for, under the full impression  that it was  our

journey's end: however, on reaching it, and turning  confidently  round the corner, we found nothing but a

desertedlooking  building,  surrounded by an immense number of the monuments which the  natives  call

Permessur; while, stretched out at our feet, and forming,  as it  were, the bottom of a large basin among the

mountains, was a  dreary  desert of glaring, burning sand. The place altogether looked  like a  city of the dead:

not a soul appeared in sight, except one  solitary  old woman, who was slowly traversing the weary waste of

sands, and  all around was still and silent as the grave. In order to  gain some  intelligence of our whereabouts, I

was obliged to give chase  to this  only inhabitant, and from her I discovered, that to reach  Ladak   a

greenlooking speck which she pointed out in the far  distance   we had to cross the desert sands, and still

hold on our  course for  several miles. The sun was by this time high in the  heavens, and we  had already come

a longish march, so that by the time  I had traversed  the arid plain under the blinding glare, and reached  the

green fields  beyond, it was nearly twelve o'clock, and I had had  nearly enough of  the journey. It was,

however, a couple of miles  farther to the grove  of trees, where, under very indifferent shade,  travellers are in

the  habit of halting to pitch their camps; and on  reaching this, I was  glad to throw myself down on the grass,

and,  after a drink of milk,  and the slight refreshment afforded by a  leathery chupattie, to go  to sleep on the

grass, until the arrival of  our servants and baggage  should give us a prospect of breakfast. These  made their

appearance  about two P.M., and all hands requiring a little  rest from the toils  of the road, we pitched our

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The first event after being settled in our new quarters was the  arrival of a sheep, presented to us by the

Kardar, or chief dignitary  of the town, as a mark of affection and distinction. This, according  to the strict

letter of the law, we should have refused to accept;  twenty days marching, however, while it had sharpened

our appetites,  had rather diminished our stores. Sheep were not to be got every day,  and an illlooking animal

which we had succeeded in purchasing at  Egnemo, had been overcome by the heat of the weather and taken

itself  off on the road. Other supplies, also, were a good deal weakened by  successive attacks; potatoes had

been extinct many days, and the stock  of ducks, which formed our main stay in case of future difficulties,  was

rapidly succumbing to the knife of the assassin. Under these  circumstances we felt that we would be in no

way justified in hurting  the Kardar's feelings at the expense of our own, by refusing his  present, and believing

ourselves to be in this instance fit subjects  for outdoor relief, the new arrival was soon swinging about in the

breeze, a welcome addition to our unfurnished larder. 

Having thus ended the struggle between our duty and our feelings,  we turned our attention to the exploration

of the surrounding country. 

The town of Ladak, although in a commercial point of view by no  means  a flourishinglooking settlement,

was, as far as picturesqueness  was  concerned, everything that could be desired. It was built in the  style  so

popular throughout the country  on pinnacles of rock, and  such  out of the way positions as seemed, of all

others, the least  adapted  for building purposes  immediately outside the town,  occupying a  sort of bason

among the surrounding mountains, and was  what might  fairly be called a "city of the dead." It was of

considerable extent,  and was formed of groups of the numerous  monumental buildings which  I have

described, and which in a country  where the habitations of  the living appear so few in proportion to  those of

the dead, form so  curious and remarkable a feature. These  tombs, although by no means  of very modern date,

bear traces, in many  instances, of the more  recently departed of the Buddhist population.  Burnt fragments of

bone, hair, were scattered about in various  directions, while,  collected together in one corner, were the little

mounds of mud with  a rise at one extremity, where the sculptured  turban ought to rest,  which denoted the last

restingplace of the  Moslem faithful. Meeting  with the Kardar's chupprassie, I entered into  conversation with

him about the manners and customs of the Thibetians,  a subject on  which he seemed to have very hazy ideas

indeed, although  not on that  account at all the less inclined to impart them to one  more ignorant  than himself.

His opinion of the inscribed stones was  that they were  all written by the Lamas, but he failed completely in

explaining  for what reason they were collected together. He was aware,  however,  of Khurjidal, who was to

inspect them at the last day. The  tomblike  erections, he said, were considered in the light of gods;  the bones

and  ashes of departed Lamas having been pounded up together  and deposited  beneath them, together with

such valuables as  turquoises, Pushmeena,  rupees, This fact would perhaps account for  their being so often  in

a ruined state  Gulab Singh having,  probably, taken a look at  their foundations in search of such valuable

pickings. The reason my  informant gave me for the unwillingness of the  people, however poor,  to sell their

superabundant ornaments, was that  they regarded them as  sacred, and held them as their own property  during

their lifetime only;  on decease the jewels reverted to the  possessions of the Church. The  Lamas are provided,

by the custom of  dedicating in every family of two  or more, one to that office; should  there be a number of

girls in a  family, all those that do not marry  become nuns, and adopt the male  attire of red and yellow. The

nuns,  however, seem to be by no means  kept in confinement; they work in the  fields, and one of them enlisted

with us as a coolie, and brought her  load into camp before any of her  male coadjutors. Among other curious

information my friend told me,  that the Thibetians by no means  consider that each man is entitled  to the

luxury of a wife all to  himself; but that a family of four  or five brothers frequently have  but one between

them, and that the  system is productive of no  illfeeling whatever among the different  members.[24] He also

pointed  out a fact which I had not before noticed,  viz., that the Thibetians  invariably pass to the right hand of

these  piles of stones and other  monuments, but for what reason he was  unable to inform me.[25] Having

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coolness, that it was  the proper thing for me to give him  a bottle of brandy for the Kardar,  and that it would

be necessary to  send also a corkscrew with the  bottle, to enable him to get at it! The  impudence of the request

was  almost worth the bottle, but brandy  was too scarce and precious a  commodity to justify us in pleasing  the

Kardar, so that all I could do  was politely to decline sending  the corkscrew or the bottle either. In  the

afternoon we explored  the Bazaar, where we found abundance of  dogs, dirt, and idlers,  but little else. What

little there was in the  way of merchandise  the proprietors seemed utterly indifferent about  disposing of, and

after visiting a few shops we went away in disgust.  The people were  a mixture of Cashmeeries, Chinese,

Tartars, Bengalees,  and Indians of  all sorts and sects, and more idle, goodfornothing  looking scoundrels  I

never laid eyes on. One most amusing group of  Mahomedan exquisites  reminded one forcibly of PUNCH'S

Noah's ark  costumes and Bond Street  specimens of fashion. They were dressed in  exaggerated turbans and

long white Chogas, or loose coats, which  reached down to their heels;  and, as arm in arm, with gentle

swagger,  they sauntered through the  bazaar, they had, in addition to their  heavy swellishness, an air of

Eastern listlessness to which the most  exquisite of their European  prototypes could never hope to attain. On

reaching our camp we found  another traveller had added his little  canvas to the scene; it was  one of the

Government Survey, whom the  natives invariably designate  by the comprehensive title of "the  Compass

Wallahs." Wallah is,  in Hindostanee, as nearly as possible an  equivalent to "fellow,"  and in explaining the

character of this  particular order of Wallah,  the accent is always strong on the second  syllable of the compass.

The  Compass Wallah in question we found quite  a wild man of the mountains;  his face, from changes of heat

and cold  and long exposure, was burnt  and blistered into all sorts of colours,  and, to make his appearance

more generally striking, he wore as  headdress, a flyaway, puggery,  or turban of blue cotton, of the most

voluminous dimensions and  wonderful construction imaginable. He gave  us an amusing account  of his

operations among the clouds; how he  always rode a cow! and  was so much alone that he at times began to

doubt the existence of  other white men in creation besides himself;  how he was SEA sick at  first, and unable

to sleep at night from the  great rarification of the  atmosphere, He joined us during dinner, just  in time for a

triumph  of a plum pudding which our cook had  unexpectedly produced, and his  heart was so gladdened and

expanded by  either the suet, the raisins,  or the brandy, that he chatted away  until the dissipated mountain  hour

of eleven o'clock, when we sent him  off to bed, much pleased  with his entertainment, and again reassured,  at

least for a time,  of the continued existence, not only of white men  in the world, but  of their plum puddings.

Among other statistics he  gave us the height  of Ladak, as 11,000 feet, and that of the recently  discovered

monarch  of the mountains, now set at rest as belonging to  the Himalayan range,  as being 29,003 feet above

the level of the  sea.[26] 

AUGUST 15.  Employed all the morning in endeavouring to procure  supplies of tea, and after unearthing a

queerlooking package  containing seven pounds and a half, we differed about the price,  the  proprietor

demanding twentyfour shillings, or about twice its  local  value. 

AUGUST 16.  There being no tidings of the arrival of expected  caravans, we marched for the monastery of

Hemis, crossing the Indus  immediately after leaving Ladak, and following it up towards its  source. Outside

the town we passed a mound of the inscribed stones,  which must have been nearly a quarter of a mile in

length, and  probably  contained as many as 30,000. The left bank of the river,  which  thus formed our path,

was a continuation of detached huts,  forming  no regular villages, and affording very little shade or  apparent

prospect of shelter for man or beast. The right bank,  however, was  studded with picturesquelooking little

villages, built  generally on  rocky summits, and surrounded by tombs and Mani panees,  to an extent  almost to

rival the towns themselves in size and  importance. About  nine miles on the road we halted for breakfast, on

the confines of a  desert of smooth stones, from which the heat  ascended like vapour,  and made our eyeballs

ache again. There was no  shade in sight,  however, and milk was here forthcoming, so we made the  best of a

bad  situation, and, after our repast, lost no time in  getting again under  weigh. After a hot tramp over a perfect

desert, we  reached the wooded  little village of Chunga, where, as it was getting  late, we called  a halt and

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AUGUST 17.  Started early for Hemis. From the formation of the  mountains in which it is situated, the

entrance to the village opens  upon the traveller suddenly and as if by magic; and as we tramped  this morning

along the parched and sandy desert, welcome indeed was  the unexpected vision of trees and rushing water

which the sharp turn  presented to our astonished gaze. 

The entrance to the gorge in which the monastery is situated was,  as  usual, quite covered with Mani panees

and walls of inscribed  stones;  one of the former was studded with human skulls, and otherwise  ornamented,

in a way that proved the vicinity of some stronghold of  Lama talent, though not perhaps of the very highest

order. 

The monastery we found situated in a beautifullywooded valley,  thickly planted, and having a dashing little

torrent foaming through  the centre. 

It was built as usual, on the very face of the rock, and towering  above it was an airy fort, ensconced among a

number of crows'nest  habitations, perched about apparently with more regard to effect  than  comfort. 

While waiting for the kitchen to come up, we inspected the  monastery,  and were waited upon by

halfadozen Lamas, who showed us  through the  various temples of the gods. Originally containing some

two hundred  Lamas, its numbers had now dwindled down, by their  account, to fifteen  or sixteen. We,

however, saw actually more than  that number ourselves  while wandering through the building. 

They owned to having treasure in the monastery to the amount of  three  lakhs of rupees ([pound

sterling]30,000), but of this we saw  small  signs during our inspection. 

Some of the divinities were, however, provided with vestments of  cloth of gold, and were seated upon

thrones, studded with wouldbe  precious stones. Others were accommodated with large silver bowls,  placed

on pedestals, filled to the brim with "ghee," or rancid butter,  and unless blest with inordinate appetites, these,

from their enormous  size, might fairly last them all till doomsday. We were altogether  conducted through

four temples, each inhabited by a number of Chinese  figures, seated in state, with offerings of corn, flour, rice

and  ghee, before them, and these were generally served in valuable  cups  of china, and precious metals.

Hanging from the ceiling and  the walls  around were scrolls, decorated in the Chinese fashion,  with figures of

tightlyrobed, narroweyed ladies and gentlemen,  scattered about with  the usual perspective results. 

Some of these scrolls were decorated with scenes which it would  take  hours to decipher and appreciate. One,

in particular, of the last  day,  was covered with innumerable little figures, and appeared well  worthy  of a close

inspection. 

The bad people might here be seen, falling into the hands of some  of  the most disrespectable looking

monsters I have ever beheld; while  the good were sitting up in a bunch, looking on at the dreadful scene,  in a

satisfied and undisturbed way, beautiful to behold. 

The most curious things in the place, however, were the praying  wheels,  which I here saw for the first time.

They were little wooden  drums,  covered round the sides with leather, and fitted vertically in  niches  in the

walls.[27] A spindle running through the centre, enabled  them  to revolve at the slightest push. They were

generally in rows of  eight and ten, and well thumbed and worn they looked, but others of  larger dimensions

were placed by themselves, decorated with the words  "Um mani panee," in the Lanza character, all round the

barrel. 

In the vicinity of the monasteries were various small temples,  probably chapels of ease, rudely decorated with

grotesque figures,  in  red and yellow, and having queerlooking structures fastened on  the  top of them,

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devices. 

In one place we came upon a prayingwheel, turned by water, but I  was  unable to ascertain whether the

benefit accrued to the water, or  to  the possessor of the stream, or to the public generally. Sometimes  the

people carry portable wheels, and one old gentleman we met was  provided with a huge brass one, with a

wooden handle. It was suspended  from his neck, in company with a collection of square leather charms,

fastened by a string to his coat. 

On my asking him what the structure meant, he immediately begun to  set it in motion, and piously ejaculating

"Um mani panee," passed on  without another word, but in evident pity for my benighted spiritual  condition. 

Among other curious sights, we saw one of the Lamas sitting at a  chapel door, having, before him seven little

brass pots. In each  of  these there was a letter of the words "Um mani panee," and the  pots  being filled with

water, he was employed in strewing each with  a few  grains of corn from a heap at his side, keeping up at the

same time a  loud mournful chant, and swaying himself to and fro,  in time with the  music. To have inquired

the meaning of this would  only have again  resulted in the comprehensive information contained  in "Um mani

panee," so we rested in our ignorance, and passed on,  much to the  relief of the chaunter. After going all

through this  curious  monastery, we repaired to our tents, which had arrived in  the interim,  and which we

found pitched pleasantly among the trees,  within a few  yards of the torrent. After a bathe and breakfast, we

came unanimously  to the conclusion that the water was so cold, and  the air so cool and  refreshing, we could

not do better than halt for  a couple of days,  under the protection of the Church, before again  taking the road

on  our homeward route. 

AUGUST 18.  Out early for a day's stalk over the mountains, after  deer, or anything there might be

forthcoming. One of the coolies being  a "shikaree," or what they call in Ireland a "sportsman," I took him

with me, and with another to carry some breakfast, off we started at  about five A.M. The ascent at first was so

abrupt, that, although in  pretty good walking condition by this time, I found myself halting  very  frequently to

admire the prospect. Having attained the greatest  height  actually attainable, we spied quietly grazing, about

half a  mile off,  some half dozen little animals, which my "sportsman"  declared to be  Ibex, and down Aye

went again, best pace, with a view  to making a  circumbendibus, to get behind them. With a view to

accomplish this,  we had to pass across some very difficult ground, and  at last came to  a smooth face of rock,

with nothing whatever about it  to hold on by,  and, moreover, an overhanging ledge, which fairly  seemed to

bar all  further progress. 

The coolie, however, whose every toe was as useful to him as  a  finger, managed to scramble up; and not to be

outdone, I also  attained  some height, when, holding on flyfashion, and clinging to  the rock  with my fingers

and grass shoes, suddenly the pole which  partly  supported me slipped away, and my whole attention had to

be  directed  to again reaching the ground in as soft and comfortable a  manner as  possible. In this I succeeded

beyond my expectations, and,  a second  attempt being more successful, finally reached the top. On  attaining

our hardlyearned post of vantage, however, there was no  sign of our  friends, but, suddenly, on the mountain

below us a herd  of about  fiveandtwenty more appeared to our delighted view. They  were  standing gazing

up at us in astonishment, and for some moments  we  remained fixed and motionless, hoping to be taken for

the stones we  were habited in imitation of. Then, crouching down and crawling along  as if on velvet, down

we went again, and after another long and trying  stalk, over broken ground formed apparently of small slates

placed  edgeways, and crumbling rocks, whose slightest fall would have been  destruction to our plans, we

attained a rock about two hundred yards  from the herd, and paused for breath once more. They were lying

about  sunning themselves, with an outlying sentinel posted here and there  on either side of them on the

lookout; and seeing an eligible spot  some fifty yards nearer, we stole along to reach it. We were not,

however, destined to take this unfair advantage of the enemy. Just  as  we had half crossed the distance, an

illfated, abominable little  fragment of rock suddenly broke off, and at its first bound away went  the herd like

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well out of  range of bullets. As the natives express it, "they became wind,"  and  we were left behind our rock,

looking, after all our toils, to  say the  least of it, extremely foolish. A shot which I took at some  250 yards  was

more to relieve ourselves by making a noise than with  any hopes of  bringing down one of the lightheeled

little creatures,  for their  bounding powers put all correctness of aim at that range  out of the  question. 

The next part of the programme was breakfast, but alas! there were  no signs in any direction of the bearer of

our supplies, and I now  recollected that the rock which had so puzzled us would be quite  inaccessible to the

coolie and his precious charge, without which  he  himself was useless. All we could do was to ascend a high

peak of  mountain, in hopes that the breakfast would ascend another, and that  we could then exchange signals

of distress and obtain relief. However,  after reaching our lookout station, which took us some climbing,  we

could discern nothing around us bearing the slightest resemblance  to a  coolie, and our hopes began to

descend below zero. 

It was now about twelve o'clock, and taking advantage of the  produce  of the country, I made a light breakfast

off two stalks of  rhubarb,  and tying a handkerchief to the top of my pole as a signal,  lay down  in the very

minute portion of shade procurable under a midday  sun,  and indulged in the pleasures of imagination,

conjured up by  absent  chicken legs and cold chupatties. After a long wait, I came to  the  conclusion that the

two pieces of rhubarb were entirely  insufficient  to continue the day's work upon, so I reluctantly gave  the

order to  retreat upon our camp, and turned from thoughts of  breakfast to those  of dinner. My grass shoes were

by this time  completely worn out by the  pointed rocks and flinty ground we had  traversed, and my spare ones

were in the society of the cold chicken  and the chupatties, so that  I was soon walking in nothing but socks.

Before long, this portion of  my property was also run through, and I  was finally obliged to borrow  the

sportsman's pointed slippers, in  which I managed to get along over  the ruggedest piece of creation I  ever

traversed, and reached our camp  about three P.M. Tired, hungry,  and burnt by the sun, a bathe in the  rushing

torrent and a visit to  the kitchen were soon accomplished,  and I then learnt that the coolie,  being stopped by

the rock, had  come back at once, and, having been  again immediately packed off by  F. to search for us, had

not been  since heard of. 

AUGUST 19.  Found the Q.M.G. today laid up with fever and  influenza,  and administered some quinine

pills to him, besides  ordering a steed  to carry him on to Ladak tomorrow. 

Explored the Lama's habitations and temples, and saw some very  curious  carvings and paintings on stones,

some of them not altogether  in the  Church order of design. 

Some of the ceilings were beautifully decorated, and must have cost  a good deal of money in their day, but

they were now rapidly falling  into decay. 

During the day we had a good opportunity of seeing the Lamas go  through  their private devotions. The

operation appeared simple enough.  Each  as he entered the court and passed along the rows of wheels, by

simply stretching out his arm set the whole of them in motion,  at the  same time repeating "Um mani panee"

in a dolorous voice to  himself.  Coming then to the large wheel with painted characters,  he gave it an  extra

energetic spin, which sufficed to keep it in  motion for several  minutes, and having thus expended his energies

for the time being, he  again disappeared as he had come. One of the  smaller wheels I found in  a state of

neglect and dilapidation as  to its outer case, and thinking  it a good opportunity to discover  something as to

the meaning of the  system in general and of "Um mani  panee" in particular, I quietly  abstracted the inner

contents, in  full assurance that it would never  be missed; that the wheel itself  would go round as merrily as

ever,  and that, as far as the prayers  were concerned, there were still  sufficient left behind, considering  the

reduced state of the  monasteries, to satisfy the conscience even  of the devoutest of  Lamas.[28] 

As I passed out, however, a huge black dog, which was chained up in  the  yard, seemed, by the rabid manner

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strained and tore at his chain as I went by, just as if he  detected  the holy bundle sticking out of my pocket,

and thoroughly  understood  my consequent guilty appearance. The principal designs upon  the stones  here 

some of which, in colour, were in wonderful  preservation   appear to be crosslegged effigies of Buddha,

seated  in that state  of entire abstraction from all passions and desires,  which seem to  be the end and object of

Buddhists' aspirations. 

A certain rotundity of form, however, and appearance of  COMFORTABLENESS, rather tend to suggest that

the pleasures of the  table at least have not quite been renounced among the other pomps  and vanities of

Buddhist life. 

AUGUST 20.  Started for Ladak again, nominally at some  desperately  early hour of the morning, but in

reality at about  halfpast five,  the sun not shining upon our position until late, in  consequence of  our

proximity to the mountains. Mr. Rajoo being still  indisposed,  and, in his own belief, dying, we mounted him

upon a hill  horse,  where he looked like a fly on a dromedary. Halted for breakfast  half  way, and had a hot

wearisome march afterwards into Ladak, the sun  being intensely powerful, and the greater part of the journey

over  a  glaring desert of shifting sand and loose stones. So deep was this  in  some places, that it was with

difficulty we could drag our steps  along. The latter part seemed perfectly interminable, and not until  four

o'clock, burnt, tired, and parched with thirst, did we reach our  old halting place. Since our departure, the

Thanadar had changed his  fancy as to brandy, and now requested a bottle of vinegar. This we  promised in the

event of his procuring us some tea, our stock being  low, and none other procurable without government

assistance. By this  means we obtained a decorated bundle of palelooking tea for thirteen  rupees, or 1L. 6S.

The bundle contained 71/2 lbs., so that the price  was heavy enough, considering our proximity to the land of

tea. 

My shoeleather being in a doubtful state, I invested in a pair of  the  sheepskin ChinoEsquimaux ones of

local manufacture, but soon  found  that the old saw of "nothing like leather" was quite a fallacy,  when  the

leather savoured so strongly of mutton as that composing my  new  boots did. In the morning they were absent,

and it was not until  after  much search that the mutilated remains of one foot was  discovered,  gnawed and

sucked out of all semblance to Blucher,  Wellington,  or any other known order of shoe or boot, while the other

appeared  irretrievably to have gone to the dogs. Our lantern here was  also  carried off by some of the canine

race, and left beautifully  cleaned,  but unbroken, not far from our tent door. 

Finding that there was no news of caravans, or probability of their  arriving, we determined upon striking our

camp, and retiring again  towards Cashmere, having attained the furthermost point which the  limits of our

leave allowed. 

A Retreat to the Valley.

AUGUST 21.  Left Ladak about four P.M. and halted for the night  on  the confines of the desertplain at

Pitok. On the road I succeeded    much to my astonishment  in getting a necklace of bits of amber,  and a

turquoise, from an old lady, whom I found at her cottagedoor  weaving goat'shair cloth. She took two

rupees for the family jewels,  and, when the bargain was struck, seemed in a desperate fright at  what she had

done, looking about in every direction to see that no  avaricious old Lama was near, nor any of her gossiping

acquaintance,  who would be likely to tell THE MINISTER of what she had done. 

For the first time during our travels, the retainers turned a  little  rusty today. The scarcity of the tobacco

supply and dislike to  quit  the amusements of city life were the chief causes, and the  consequence  was that the

cook, who was sent off at two o'clock to have  dinner  ready for us on arrival, made his appearance about

sunset and  gave us  dinner at nine P.M. The Q.M.G. and the Sipahee sauntered in  afterwards  at their leisure,

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indignities, and  knowing that the Sipahee was the head and front of  the offending, I,  in a weak moment,

committed an assault upon that  ferocious warrior. The  consequence was that the representative of "The

Army," feeling its  dignity insulted in the face of the populace,  immediately set to work  upon the unfortunate

natives, and assaulted  even the gopa, or kotwal,  of the village; and so severely was one of  the coolies

handled, that  I was obliged to interfere in the cause of  peace, and not without  difficulty succeeded in stopping

the stone I  had thus so unwittingly  set rolling. 

This same Sipahee rejoiced in the name of Dilour Khan, which might  be  loosely translated the "Invincible

One," and such we always called  him. He was a fiercelooking soldier beyond measure to look at,  and  very

terrible among the miserable Thibetians, making desperate  onslaughts upon the unfortunate boors, to obtain

supplies fit, as he  said, for the Grandees, the Cherishers of the Poor, the Protection  of  the World, 

The style of headdress generally worn among the natives  facilitated  his efforts immensely in these matters;

for, throwing  aloft his  sword, and relinquishing his umbrella, he used to seize  suddenly  upon a pigtail, and,

handling it after the fashion of a  bellrope,  proceed to insist upon the production of impossible mutton  and

other  delicacies in a way that was almost always successful, even  under  circumstances apparently the most

hopeless. 

He had a sharp, detonating way, too, of delivering a volley of  Thibetian, at the same time curling up his

fiercelooking moustaches  and whiskers, and gesticulating with both arms, which always had  a  great effect,

the more so that the expletives were generally in  Hindostanee, and not being understood, were all the more

terrible to  the unfortunate pigtails on that account. 

AUGUST 22.  Left for Egnemo, over our old ground, which, wanting  the attraction of novelty, appeared to

us rather longer than on  first  acquaintance. The sun, too, was more powerful than ever and  the deep  soft sand

more trying, so that we were glad enough to get  under  shelter at our journey's end. Here we found the apricot

trees,  which  were teeming with fruit when we passed, completely stripped  and bare,  and it was with difficulty

we got a few from the houses  for preserving  purposes. 

AUGUST 23.  Made an early start, and arrived at Suspul after a  pleasant march, a cool breeze from the

mountains fanning our faces  the entire way. Here we pitched upon a cool and shady campingground,  close

to a rushing torrent, where we were soon immersed in icecold  water. While making a short cut back to

breakfast up a precipitous  face of concrete stone, I very nearly finished my wanderings in Thibet  with an

unpleasantly abrupt full stop. I had nearly reached the top,  which was higher than I had imagined, when the

treacherous lumps  of  stone to which I was clinging, came away in my hands, and, with  a  tremendous crash,

down I came in a perfect storm of dirt, dust,  and  stones, very much to the fright and astonishment of F. and

the  mate,  who were quietly finishing their toilet below. A broken bone  in such a  place as Egnemo would have

been a serious misfortune, and  it was  therefore a matter of considerable satisfaction to find that,  although

halfstunned and doing but little credit in appearance to  my recent  washing, I had escaped with no worse

injuries than torn  hands and what  the doctors would call abrasions of the side and elbow. 

AUGUST 24.  Marched as usual, and reached Nurila about noon. From  the hilliness of the road and the

laziness of the coolies combined,  they did not arrive until two P.M., so that we breakfasted at three  o'clock.

To occupy the time, however, we took advantage of the  products of the country, and set to work upon a

quantity of apples,  and having both thirst and hunger to assuage, I think we got through  about sixteen each

before the kitchen appeared. While bathing we were  suddenly caught in a pouring shower of rain, which

obliged us to  snatch  up our only garments and beat a hasty and not to say dignified  retreat  into a little den of a

watermill, where we crouched until it  was  over. After the rain had stopped, a curious fall of stones and  rocks

took place down the precipitous face of mountain which bounded  the  opposite side of the Indus to our camp.

The noise and the  commotion  the stones made in their descent, reminded one exactly of  volleys of  grape, and

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disastrous. 

Our larder having been low of late, we effected the purchase of a  sheep here, for which we paid two shillings. 

AUGUST 25.  Left for Lamieroo. The khitmutgar, having reported  himself sick today, we mounted him

on a pony, the efficiency of that  branch of the service being of vital importance to the future  prospects  of the

expedition. Having discovered, by yesterday's  experience, that  nature abhors a vacuum, and no apples being

forthcoming at Lamieroo,  we halted for breakfast at the village of  Kulchee. 

Here I tried hard to purchase a curiously contrived prayingwheel  from an old Lama, but without success.

My old acquaintance, the gopa,  however, brought me one for sale, but it was in such a dilapidated  state, and

so highly valued as church property, that I let him keep  his shaky religious curiosity at his own price. Leaving

Kulchee,  we  crossed the Indus at a mud fort, and bid the roaring, dirty river  a  final goodbye. Near this the

bhistie and khitmutgar, journeying  together, lost the path, and found themselves well on the road to  Iscardo

before discovering their mistake. The road today, like  all  our return journeys, appeared twice the length it

did on first  acquaintance. The hills, too, were very severe on the coolies, and  it  was fortunate we halted for

breakfast on the road. 

At Lamieroo, we found a great change in the temperature; a strong  cold  breeze blowing, and a general

winteriness prevailing, which  affected  our retainers considerably more than it did ourselves. The  Q.M.G. in

particular, not having entirely recovered his health, and  being low in  the article of tobacco, still believed

himself to be  dying, and was  most unusually lowspirited and down in the mouth. As  it threatened  rain, we

pitched our camp close to an old serai, in  order to allow  our servants to ensconce themselves under a roof,

and  to derive the  full benefit of their wood fire, which they lost no time  in kindling. 

AUGUST 26.  Exactly a mouth today since leaving Sirinugger. The  live stock begin to show signs of

time on their constitutions;  the  four surviving ducks wandering about, with a melancholy sort of

consciousness that the mysterious fate that has overtaken their late  companions is also hanging over

themselves, and appearing entirely  changed in consequence from the joyous birds they used to be on first

starting for their Thibetian travels. Today being Sunday, we all  enjoyed a rest; and the feeling on waking at

dawn, and remembering  that  we were not to be rudely turned out of bed, was quite a  delightful  and novel

sensation. The wind, too, was unusually chill,  and as it  made nothing of the trifling obstacle presented by the

walls  of our  tent, we were some time before we finally emerged from among  the  bedclothes. The people

here we found employed in PULLING their  corn  crops, and stacking them upon the roofs of their houses. At

Suspul,  although much hotter than here, they had hardly begun to take  in  their crops, and at Ladak, the

harvest was untouched when we left. 

In the afternoon, while rambling about the crow's nests of  Lamieroo, I discovered by chance a very curious

temple in course of  construction, and a number of Lamas and Zemindars superintending the  proceedings. The

principal decorative work was being carried on by a  Chineselooking, pigtailed artist, evidently not a local

celebrity,  who was embellishing the walls most profusely with scenes, portrayed  in the purest style of

preRaphaelite colouring. The figures in these  had only been furnished with fleshcoloured spots where their

faces  were to be, and the foreign "pigtail" was employed, seated on a high  platform, in furnishing them with

features and casts of expression  in  accordance with the spirit of the scenes which they helped  to compose.

This he did certainly with very great skill, and the  operation was a  most interesting one to watch. The floor

was covered  with pigments,  and materials of all kinds, and the little community,  in the midst of  the

surrounding apparent solitude, were working away  like a hive of  bees. They appeared to have a hivelike

dislike also  of the approach  of a stranger, and one old Lama, with a twisted mat  of hair erected on  the top of

his head  a drone of the hive   took a particular  dislike to me, and scowled savagely as I quietly

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The eternal "Um mani panee" formed a very large part of the  decoration,  being painted over the walls in

every variety of coloured  letters. In  the inner part of the temple was a large coloured statue,  with eight  arms,

and twoandtwenty heads. 

The heads were placed in threes, looking every way, in the shape of  a pyramid, a single head crowning the

whole.[29] One of the hands  held a bow, but the implements contained in the others were entirely  Buddhist in

character, and to me unknown. 

Behind this figure was a star, with innumerable radiating arms from  the centre, while from the points of the

fingers were five other  rows  of hands, continuing the starlike circle. These were in half  relief  on the wall,

the figure itself standing out some feet, as  if to  receive and appropriate the offerings of corn, flowers, oil,

which  already began to be laid at its feet. Among the litter  I remarked  several tame partridges and "chickore"

walking about,  probably sacred  to the newly installed divinities. 

The whole scene was a very curious one, and not the less so from  being  entirely unexpected, and occurring in

such an apparently  deserted  spot. One might have explored the place a dozen times without  hitting  upon the

hive of workmen, and, even when discovered, the  excellence  of the designs and workmanship in so

uncivilized a region,  was in  itself remarkable. 

Some of the paintings were of rather startling a character to find  occupying places in the order of church

decoration, or indeed any  other, but they were not perhaps more unsuitable than many I have  seen in more

avowedly civilized temples of worship. 

AUGUST 27.  We found it very hard, in spite of our day of rest,  to turn out early again this morning. The

wind was sharp and cold,  and the temperature altogether decidedly changed from that we had  been having.

The head of the cooking department being still sick,  proceeded on a pony, and, having a certain air of the

Sepoy about him,  very grand and imposing he looked. The road being long and up hill,  we breakfasted at a

tomb in the pass of Fotoola, reaching Khurboo  about three P.M. 

In the evening, the comptroller of the household made his  appearance  upon the cook's pony, having from

want of tobacco, and  other causes,  become done up on the road. The bhistie alone holds out,  and seems,  as far

as servants go, the only hope of the expedition.  Today's  march has again spoiled F.'s and my own lately

amending  complexions,  the icy wind and the burning sun together completely  blistering our  faces. In the

evening we enjoyed a lovely sunset, which  tinted the  magnificent range of mountains we had crossed with the

most  beautiful  hues imaginable. 

AUGUST 28.  Another bitterly cold morning. Got away well  considering,  and arrived at Waka in time for

a late breakfast in the  little  native serai, where we had before halted. Mr. Rajoo and the  cook  came in with an

air of great magnificence. They were each  mounted,  and each pony was provided with a wellgrown foal, so

that  the two  departments may be said to have performed their march with  four horses. 

AUGUST 29.  Descended the Waka Valley, leaving Shergol to our  left,  and thereby saving about a kos

and a half of already explored  road. 

Breakfasted under a shady grove of pollards, at the little village  of Lotzum, a cold refreshing bathe in a snow

torrent enabling us  to  do full justice to our cook's very excellent performances in  this  line. That dignitary was

upon his legs again today, and Rajoo  convalescent once more. Arriving about three P.M. at our old ground

at Pushkoom, we found the peaceful, quietlooking little spot we  had  left, a scene of the greatest noise and

bustle imaginable. We  were now  received in due form by the Kardar, and Thanadar of Kurgil,  not to  mention

the Wuzeer, or Vizier of Pushkoom. This dignitary had  formerly  been its Rajah, but during Gulab Singh's

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rupees per annum. Where our last camp  was pitched, we  found a circle of natives congregated, some

standing,  some sitting on  their haunches, but all accompanying to the full extent  of their  voices  at the

same time clapping time with their hands   the  efforts of a band of six or seven artists on the pipe and tabor,

who  kept up a quavering strain of what they doubtless believed to be  music. To the united melody thus

produced, a string of a dozen or so  of ladies, in their full war paint, were decorously going through the

monotonous evolutions of a popular dance, waving their arms about,  gesticulating, and at the same time

lingering, as it were, over the  ground, and comporting themselves in that staid, yet fitfully lively  way, which

seems to be the general style of Eastern dancing. They  were attired most picturesquely, and evidently in their

very fullest  ball costume, so that we were fortunate in hitting upon such a good  opportunity of seeing their

gala manners and customs. They all wore  caps of some kind, either of a small, closefitting pattern, like a

fez, or in the shape of a large, and very ultra Scotch cap, black,  and very baggy; these were hung round with

little silver ornaments,  something in the shape of wine labels for decanters, but studded  with  turquoises; some

of them, also, wore brooches, generally formed  of  three cornelians, or turquoises, in a row. The broad bands

of  turquoise, worn usually on the forehead, were for the time disrated  from their post of honour, and were

suspended instead from the nape of  the neck, over a square piece of stiff cloth, embroidered with strings  of

red beads. Round the shoulders, and hanging low, in order to show  off the turquoises, lumps of amber, and

other family jewels, were  the  sheepskin cloaks, inseparable from Thibetian female costume; they  were,

however, of larger size than those of every day life, and were  gorgeously decorated outside in red and blue,

the FUR merely appearing  at the edges. Below this, everything merged in some mysterious way  into the

variegated sheepskin boots of the country, also decorated  with red, blue, and yellow cloth patterns on the

instep. These bore a  very conspicuous position in the dance, as the ladies, contrary to the  principles of

modern art, were continually regarding and showing forth  the aforesaid boots, as they glided about, and

pattered the time to  the  wellmarked music. The dance was altogether much more pleasing  than  the Indian

nach, and the ladies, in spite of their savage  jewellery,  and rude manner, were much more womanly and

respectable  than their  gauzy, beringed and barefooted southern rivals. 

After the dance was over, there was a general move to a large, open  space of ground, where the male part of

the community were to show  off their prowess in the native games. To my astonishment, some fifty  or sixty

Thibetians here assembled, each provided with a veritable  hockey stick, not on foot, however, but each man

mounted on his own  little mountain pony, and prepared to play a downright game of hockey  on horseback. In

the centre of the battlefield, between the two  "sides," the pipes and tabors forming THE BAND took their

station,  and each time the wooden ball of contention was struck off, set up a  flourish to animate the players.

The Thibetians, however, required no  such artificial excitement, but set to work with an energy and spirit,

quite refreshing to behold, and the scene soon became most animated  and  amusing. The Thibetians, unlike

Englishmen under similar  circumstances,  appeared to think the more clothes they had on the  better, and in

their long woollen coats and trowsers, and their huge  sheepskin boots,  they quite overshadowed the wiry little

horses they  bestrode. Besides  having to carry all this weight, the ponies, most  unfairly, came  in also for all

the SHINNING; but in spite of these  disadvantages,  they performed their parts to admiration, dashing about

in the most  reckless manner, at the instigation of their riders, and  jostling  and knocking against one another in

a way that would have  disgusted  any other pony in the world. Conspicuous among the crowd of  riders,  was

the thirtyrupee Prime Minister, who on a most diminutive  little  animal, charged about in a way he never

could have condescended  to  do, had he had the misfortune to have still remained a Rajah. Each  time that the

ball was sent into the goal, the striker, picking it  up  dexterously, without dismounting, came again at full

speed down  the  course, the band struck up, and throwing the ball into the air,  he  endeavoured to strike it as

far as possible in the direction  of the  adverse party. Behind him, at best pace, came his own side,  and a

desperate collision appeared the inevitable result; however,  not a  single man was unhorsed during the entire

struggle, nor were  there any  violent concussions, or accidents of any kind on either side. 

The men rode very short, and their clumsy boots, stuck through the  heavy stirrupirons, gave them a

ludicrous appearance, which was  little indicative of the firm seat and active part they displayed  in  the games.

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Kardar,  with a view  to obtaining information as to our new line of march,  which here  branches off from the

old route. He, however, was unable to  afford us  much intelligence, and we were glad to get rid of him again,

with a  present of fifteen bullets, which were the objects he appeared,  at the  time, to covet most in the world. 

Today a charge was brought against our immaculate bhistie, by the  Q.M.G., of secreting about

halfapound of precious white sugar in  his sheepskin bag. On being confronted with the Bench he

confessed  the crime, improving on it, like most natives, by declaring that it  was for medicine for his little boy

at home, who had sore eyes! The  cook, being taken up with the festivities and the turquoises, gave  us  our

dinner at an unusually fashionable hour. 

AUGUST 30.  Started for a fresh line of exploration, not without  some difficulty and opposition, in

consequence of a desire on the  part of the Sipahee and the servants to revisit Kurgil, with a view  to the

tobacco supplies supposed to exist there. 

The consequence was that they obtained all sorts of information for  us  as to the badness of our proposed road,

and the insuperable  obstacles  to be overcome from unbridged rivers, snow, Persevering in  our  plans,

however, we were rewarded by finding a great improvement in  the scenery, and, from the novelty of the day's

work, a corresponding  benefit to the spirits of the entire expedition. Passing through  a  little village called

Menzies, we halted for breakfast within  view of  the northern face of an entire new range of snowcapped

mountains.  Everything gave promise of fine scenery in advance, and  about four  P.M. we reached Thambis, a

lovely piece of cultivation,  surrounded on  all sides by monster rocks, and overlooked by a peak of  pure white

virgin snow, and here we pitched our little camp. Entering  the village  suddenly from the rocky

mountainpass, the little place  looked  inexpressibly green and refreshing, and we were soon under the  shade

of a row of pleasant pollards, which lined the bank of a stream  near  which we halted. As at Pushkoom, the

second crops were down,  and the  people employed in thrashing and grinding their corn. The  new crop

consisted principally of pulse of various kinds, radishes,  and a few  fields of tobacco, and nestled in pleasant

nooks and corners  there  were occasional gardens of melons. 

Here we got two fine sheep for one rupee ten annas, or 3S. 3D., and  one of them formed a sumptuous repast

for the coolies and retainers,  who held a most convivial banquet round their campfires in the  evening. The

primitive inhabitants seemed quite unaccustomed to the  sight of strangers, and we found on this account,

better and more  plentiful supplies procurable, while the assembling of the entire  village to behold the

wonderful arrival, formed a pleasant excitement  after the day's march. 

Today we had the choice of two roads, one on either side of the  torrent; that on the right bank was reported

bad, and we accordingly  decided upon the other, but an unexpected obstacle then presented  itself in the shape

of a bridge of rope of a very considerable length,  crossing the torrent. It was formed of the twigs of trees, and

being  in an unpleasantly dilapidated condition, the passage was a matter  of  some difficulty if not danger. To

save the direct strain a number  of  the villagers took up their position to distend the side ropes,  and  having to

get over the outstretched legs of these officious  aids, made  the affair a very much more nervous proceeding

than it  would otherwise  have been. The lowness of the sideropes, and the  oscillation of the  ricketty structure

rendered the feat altogether a  rather more amusing  performance to the looker on than to the actual  performer,

and I was  not to reach the opposite shore. On the arrival  of the coolies, they  all hung back, and regarded the

machine with  utter astonishment, and  when one of them did essay the passage,  his coat caught in one of the

twigs, about half way across, and not  having the use of his hands, he  was completely caught as in a trap,  and

unable either to advance or  retire. In endeavouring to turn,  his load nearly upset him, and there  he remained

until extricated  by one of the villagers. A few of the  coolies afterwards got across,  and also the servants, with

great  trepidation, but the greater number,  with the main body of the  baggage, including, alas! all the cooking

department, except one load,  were afraid to essay the passage, and had  to take to the bad road in  despair. The

fraction of the commissariat  stores which did reach our  side of the water turned out to be plates,  knives, forks,

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where a  more respectable bridge was to  reunite us with our goods and chattels. 

As promised, the path on our side was pretty good, and led us  through several peaceful little villages,

overhung by giant rocks,  and dotted with enormous blocks of stone, which had descended to  disturb the

harmony of the scene during some convulsion or commotion  in the interior economy of the mountains. Some

of these were taken  advantage of by the natives to serve as canvas for their designs,  and  were carved with

effigies of fourarmed divinities, and other  SACRED  subjects. With the exception of these, we saw few

traces of  Buddhism  about us here. Passing through one of the villages, I bought  a  medicinebook, or charm,

from one of the natives. It was in Arabic,  and was rolled and swathed like a mummy, and worn round his

arm. He  told me that he had inherited it from his father, and appeared by no  means happy when it was gone. 

Arriving at Sankoo, we found it a wellwooded thinlyinhabited  valley, about a kos and a half in length.

Here we had a new specimen  of bridge architecture to pass. It was formed simply enough of  two  crooked

trunks of trees, and, considering the torrent below,  it  required a considerable amount of confidence to enable

one to  traverse  it successfully. From the scarcity of the population, I had  great  difficulty in finding anybody

to procure me a drink of milk,  and when  I at last discovered a woman and two children, she was so

thunderstruck that, catching up one of her offspring in her arms and  shrieking to another to follow her, like a

hen and chickens swooped at  by a hawk, away they went as fast as their legs would carry them. As  this was

no satisfaction to me, however productive it might be of  milk to the baby, I began to make signs of bringing

down the family  mansion that short distance required to raze it to the ground, and  thus succeeded in calling

forth from its interior a halfnaked old  gentleman out of his study to my assistance. 

He, however, in an abject way informed me that he had no milk  himself,  but would introduce me to a friend

who had. I accordingly  followed  him, "at the point of the stick," until we reached another  mud hovel,  where

we found the lady of the house sitting in her porch  working,  and a superciliouslooking gentleman reclining

at her side. 

Neither of them, however, seemed to pay the slightest attention to  my  wants, and savage with thirst, I charged

the whole trio, saluting  the  gentleman at the same time with an application of my stick.  Instead of  his

jumping up, however, as I expected, I found that the  unfortunate  man was kept in his recumbent position by

rheumatism, or  some such  ailment, and that, in my ignorance of Thibetian, and want of  milk  and patience

combined, I had committed an atrocious and  unwarrantable  assault upon an invalid. Meantime, however, the

lady was  off like a  shot, and soon returned from the dairy bearing both milk  and flour,  wherewith to appease

the ferocity of her visitor. Having  nearly  choked myself with the meal and brought myself round again with

the  milk, I gave the invalid full compensation and satisfaction as far  as I was able, for my attack, and again

took to the road in search  of  the bridge which was to reunite us with our baggage and our  breakfast. Before

reaching it, however, I was the unfortunate cause  of the entire abandonment of some halfdozen houses, by

merely halting  to sit down for a few minutes under a tree in their vicinity. Whether  the inhabitants  who

appeared to be all women  thought that I  was  going to open trenches and beleaguer them or not I don't

know,  but,  after a few minutes, I used to see one of them dart out from  behind a  mud wall and scuttle away

like a rabbit; then another  lady would steal  out, carefully lock the door, and with a child  on her back and a

couple of olive branches in rear, crawl over the  housetop and out at  the back garden, there taking to her heels,

and  vanishing with her  convoy suddenly from sight. This operation being  repeated in other  tenements, I

found myself at last left in full and  uninterrupted  possession of the entire settlement I happened to be  in the

vicinity  of, including the cocks, hens, firewood, dwelling,  places, and  messuages, thereunto appertaining and

belonging. When  they reoccupied  the evacuated premises I don't know, but Rajoo, I  ascertained, wished

them all no future happiness when, on coming up  some time afterwards,  he knocked at every door and looked

down every  skylight and chimney  in the village without being able to procure  as much as a light to  ignite

the tobacco in his "hubble bubble." The  coolies having found  the path on the right bank of the torrent quite as

bad as  prognosticated, we got our breakfast shortly before sunset. From  the  proximity of a high rocky

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SEPTEMBER 1.  Commenced our last month but one of leave, by a  fine march of some sixteen miles

from Sankoo to Tesroo, or Sooroo,  at  the foot of the grandest snowy range we had yet encountered. The  path

led us over a gigantic fall of rocks, evidently the deposits  formed by  successive and destructive avalanches. 

In some parts the traces were quite fresh, the rocks being rent and  uptorn in a wonderful way; and, in one

place, we passed the ground  where two villages had been entirely overwhelmed by an avalanche,  the  entire

population of twentyfive having been killed in the ruins. 

After walking about five or six kos, in the finest and freshest of  morning air, we suddenly opened upon a

noble mountain of pure unbroken  snow, rearing its head proudly into the blue sky among a train of  courtiers,

not so noble, nor so purely, whitely, clad as itself,  but  still arrayed in robes of glistening snow. Here the path

emerged  from  the side of the rugged mountain torrent, and brought us about  two kos  over fine turfy grass to

within some three miles of Sooroo;  and here  we halted, under a grove of trees, for breakfast. After this,  we

had  another rope bridge to pass, which was so little to the taste  of the  coolies, that they were glad to get the

natives to carry over  their  loads for them. On crossing we found the Thanadar, a fine old  blackmuzzled

Cashmeeree, with his Moonshee, and a train of eight  Sipahees waiting to receive us, and were conducted in

due form to  our  camping ground. Here the breeze, as it whistled over our tent,  savoured strongly of the snow,

and reminded us of the vicinity of  the  chilly mountain Grandees we had seen on our road, and which still

presided over us. 

The natives even appeared to feel the cold, though in the winter  months  they are entirely snowed up, and

ought to be pretty well inured  to  it by this time. 

The entire valley is, in winter, totally submerged in snow,  and a  stranger might then pass over it without

knowing there were  villages  beneath his feet. The bridges are annually swept away, and  so suddenly  does the

hard weather make its appearance, that even now  the  inhabitants were in fear and trembling lest the snows

should come  down  on them before their crops of wheat and barley were carried for  the  winter's use. 

Numbers of fields of corn are still within a week or so of  ripening,  and, should they be lost, the chance of

winter's subsistence  would  be small indeed. 

The appearance of a Thibetian settlement here, as one looks down  upon  it from a height, is very much that of

an anthill. The huts are  built  on the top of each other, and generally on mounds, and the  people,  like ants,

are busily and laboriously employed in laying up  their  winter store, not only of grain, but also of firewood,

and  anything  capable of serving in its place, to enable them to struggle  through  their dreary mouths of

captivity. 

Huge loads of corn and stacks are to be seen moving about,  apparently  spontaneously, disappearing through

queer holes and corners  of the  earth, and again appearing on the housetops, where they are  stacked  and

stored. The bundles of firewood being placed with the  branches  outside, and neatly ranged, they give the

peaceful settlement  quite  a bristling and warlike appearance, as if defended by CHEVAUX DE  FRISE. The

Zemindars here pay but two rupees a year to the Maharajah,  but it seems a hard case that such

hardlysubsisting people should  have to pay anything whatever in such a sterile dreary territory as  they

possess. 

Today we came across one solitary mound of the inscribed stones,  probably the last, as we now cross the

mountains into Cashmerian  territory again. 

To the south of our camp, the road from Ladak through Zanskar joins  the valley, and we half regretted not

having risked the chances of  that road; however, it was uncertain whether it was passable, and,  as  time was

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SEPTEMBER 2.  Being Sunday, we had a regular rest, explored the  country, and made the acquaintance

of the few Thibetians who inhabited  the villages. 

Everywhere there were signs of the invasion of Gulab Singh, some  twenty years ago. Houses in ruins, and

forts reduced to dust and  rubbish. To replace these latter, a new fort had been constructed by  Rumbeer Singh,

in what appears about the worst possible position in  the entire valley to render it of any use whatever. 

The people were busily employed in their fields, pulling and  carrying  corn, and treading it out with oxen. A

team of six I saw,  most  uncomfortably performing this work. They were tied together by  the  noses, and so

small a piece of ground had they to revolve upon,  that  the innermost animal had to go backward continually,

while the  centre  ones were regularly jammed together by the outsiders. Two  deformed  natives were employed

in driving this unhappy thrashing  machine. 

In the evening, the Thanadar's Moonshee came to beg a "razee nama,"  or "letter of satisfaction," which we

gave him, together with a  "bukshish," with which he seemed well pleased. 

SEPTEMBER 3.  Got up this morning with a peculiarly cold feel,  and  started with a fine piercing breeze in

our teeth, blowing directly  off the snows. 

Our force was augmented today by three goats, as portable dairy,  and a  party of natives, with three days'

supplies, also a guide, for  our path  lay over ground neither much frequented nor well known.  Today's has

been the grandest scene of the panorama yet unfolded to  us. From the  last halt, no inconsiderable height in

itself, we mounted  continually  towards the huge white masses of snow, which so lately  towered above  us in

the distance. Passing the remains of mighty  avalanches firmly  fixed across the foaming torrent, we ascended

the  snow valley by the  side of a perfect mountain of ice and snow, the  accumulations of,  possibly, as many

years as the world has existed,  which had formed  itself immoveably between the mighty mountain's  sides.

The terrific  force, with which the masses of snow had come down  each season, to  repair the ravages in the

frozen monster's  constitution caused by the  melting away of his lower extremities,  could be seen by the

enormous  blocks of stone which rested on its  surface in all directions. In  some places fantastic arches of snow

were thus formed, with blocks of  rock resting on their summits, and  such a distance were these central

accumulations of rocks, and snow,  and ice, from the cradles in which  they were reared, that it was  impossible

to conceive, without the  occurrence of an earthquake, how  they could ever have reached their  present

positions. 

One begins now faintly to understand how it is that the enormous  number  of torrents dashing about are kept

supplied with icy life. The  vast  quantities of snow wedged into solid masses, which must have  existed  since

all time among these mighty mountains, would serve to  feed rivers  innumerable, and the supply, as long as

rivers and  mountains exist,  would appear to be inexhaustible. 

Our path, if path it could be called, was very bad in parts, and  so difficult for the coolies that we were

fortunate in getting our  breakfast at two P.M., and, when we did get it, a snowstorm which  came down upon

us rather hurried our procedings in discussing it. 

The entire afternoon it continued snowing, and the mountaintops  soon hid themselves and sulked away

among the leaden mists. Our tent  was pitched among a low sort of scrub, the only apology for firewood

procurable, and here we soon had a fine carpet of fresh snow, which  put  the unfortunate coolies, and the

servants, and the three goats and  the  four ducks, and, in fact, everybody but F. and myself, who now  begin to

feel thoroughly AT HOME, to considerable discomfort and  inconvenience. 

About a hundred yards from us rises the central mountain of  consolidated old snow; while the monarchs of

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with proud and gloomy magnificence, or hid  themselves from us in their ermine mantles, with aristocratic

frigidity.[30] Before us, the path continues towards the clouds,  hemmed in, to all appearance, by a mighty

glacier, which it would  seem impossible to avoid in our tomorrow's route. Today we again  find the society

of the little shrieking marmots, who seemed more than  over astonished at what could bring so strange and

motley a group of  creatures to disturb the universal quiet of their solitude. Of all  our party the cook, perhaps,

here fares the worst. The only things  growing about us are a few plants of rhubarb and the miserable scrub,

which he is obliged to use with all faith as firewood! this being  thoroughly wet requires much coaxing to

ignite, and what with the  difficulties of his profession, the cold, the falling snow, and the  increased appetites

of the SAHIBS, the unfortunate head of the cooking  department becomes for the time the most intensely

miserable being,  black or white, upon the whole face of the globe. 

SEPTEMBER 4.  Awoke this morning to find the encampment, and its  vicinity, covered with snow, and

every prospect of a snowstormy march  before us. The coolies and servants were in a deplorable state of

frozen discomfort, but all kept up their spirits by laughing at each  other's woes. Just as the sun appeared

above the mountains for a few  minutes only, we got under weigh; the tent, however, took some time  to

disencumber of its load of frozen snow, and to pack, and all the  baggage required excavating previous to

becoming capable of removal. 

The path up to the great glacier above us was wild and barren, it  lay over a little plain watered by branching

streams, and covered  over with ice and newly fallen snow. Crossing one of these streams,  I  flushed a solitary

W., the only inhabitant of the wild,  and  shortly afterwards, our guide, an uncouth bundle of

sheepskins,  slipped over a frozen stone, and came down in the freezing water with  a splash, which, at that

hour of the morning, made one shudder all  over involuntarily. The snowshoes which F. and myself had

donned,  alone saved us several times from a similar, uncomfortable fate. Our  path, properly speaking, should

have led over the very centre of the  glacier; but, in consequence of the numerous crevasses and the early

appearance of the new snow, our guide steadily refused to take us  over the pass by that route. To have taken it

without a guide would  have been simply impossible; so we diverged to one side, and, after a  sharp ascent of

two hours over the snow, reached a sort of upper basin  among the very mountaintops. Here the scene which

opened on us was  wild beyond description. We were now about 18,000 feet above the sea,  and in every

direction around us snow hemmed in our view. Under our  feet was a plain of pure white snow; the

mountaintops were snowy  HILLOCKS, standing white against the leaden sky; and from above the  fleecy

snowflakes fell around us thickly as we trudged along. The  ground was most treacherous, and required great

care m traversing, and  in one place, being ahead of the guide, the snow and ice suddenly gave  way beneath

me, and with a most unpleasant sensation of uncertainty  as to where I might be going, I found myself

standing up to my waist  in snow and to my knees in freezing water. 

The guide, almost at the same moment, came to the same end, and it  was  not without much floundering and

blundering that we both  extricated  ourselves from our difficulties. Shortly after this we  crossed the  highest

point of the pass, and here the guide said his  prayers to the  presiding "peer," or divinity of the place, previous

to  asking for  bukshish; after which he and the sepoy proceeded to smoke a  pipe of  peace and tranquillity

together. The most trying part of our  day's work  we found to be waiting for breakfast, the coolies being  much

retarded  both by the road and the state of the weather. We  stopped at a sort  of temporary abode, where some

slight protection  from rain and snow  was obtained by the piling up of stones against an  eligible rock,  and

here, after a long and dreary wait, we breakfasted  in a little  smokedried, draughtinviting den, the snow all

the time  coming down  in a way not altogether adapted for the enjoyment of such  AL FRESCO

entertainments. Descending from this, we came to a grassy  slope at  last, and so by a most precipitous path to

the valley on the  southern  side of the mountains, down which a formidable torrent rolled  along,  dividing itself

into a number of channels not very promising as  to our  prospects of reaching the opposite side. Here we saw

an  enormous flock  of sheep grazing on the mountainside, seeming, as they  moved to and  fro in search of

pasture, like a floating cloud against  the hill. There  must have been several thousands, though accurate

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as nothing in point of numbers. 

Arriving at the manybranching river, I was for some time quite at  a  loss for a ford, until a native, seeing the

dilemma I was in,  crossed  to my assistance. Finding me stripping to the work, he  insisted on  my mounting

upon his back, and in an evil moment I  consented. The  consequence was that, after passing safely a couple of

the streams,  in the deepest spot of the whole torrent, he tottered and  fell,  and down we both came, he in the

most ungraceful position in  which  man can fall, and I, luckily, upon my feet. The sensation,  however,  on

suddenly finding the water rushing past, and one's feet  slipping  about among the clinking stones, was

anything but pleasant,  and it  was with difficulty that I collected myself together and  completed  the

uncomfortable passage. The tent being luckily pitched  about a mile  farther on, the loss of dignity in the eyes

of the  bystanders was the  only evil result of the misfortune. Towards night  it came on again to  snow, and the

coolies and retainers had another  hard bivouac of it,  while F. and I were obliged to keep all hands at  the

pumps, or, in  other words, to fasten all available rags and wraps  under our canvas,  to keep out the soaking

wet. 

The cold was very great, and everything gave token of coming  winter,  and testified to what the Himalayas

can do in the snow and ice  line  of business when their full time shall arrive. 

SEPTEMBER 5.  After a damp night's bivouac, we awoke to find "A  MIXTURE AS BEFORE" falling 

a mixture of rain, sleet, and snow   anything but promising for the comfort of our day's march. To avoid

having to wait in the wet for breakfast, we sent on the kitchen and  the cook, and, after some time, followed

leisurely ourselves. 

An overhanging ledge of rock afforded us some shelter for our meal,  and, after warming and drying ourselves

to some extent in this  smokeblackened and not very commodious little Himalayan hotel, we  again pressed

on. This was our third day away from either villages or  regular shelter of any sort, and the retainers were

naturally anxious  to reach some settlement where they could, for a time at least,  protect themselves from the

rain and snow which still continued to  fall. The consequence was, they pressed on some sixteen miles farther

at a good pace, to reach a little wooden village at the head of the  Wurdwan valley, and we saw nothing of

them on the road. On reaching  our haltingplace, however, lo and behold, our unfortunate cook was  absent,

and nobody seemed to know anything whatever about him! The  cooking things and the larder were all

present, and dinnerhour was  at hand; but, alas! the pots and kettles were without a lord, and the  question of

where was our dinner began to give way in point of  interest  to where was our cook. At the time F. and I left

the  "cavehotel,"  the whole of the coolies, Rajoo, the three goats, and  the two sheep,  had all gone on ahead,

as also the "Invincible One,"  the sepoy. 

The bhistie and the missing cook had therefore only remained  behind. The road, soon after leaving, entered a

wooded gorge, and,  as  the valley narrowed, the torrent began to get considerably more  rapid  and boisterous,

as it took to leaping down the giant rocks,  which  bound it in between their iron grasp and formed its only bed. 

The path was wet and sloppy, and led in parts along the tops of  rather  dangerous precipices. Passing

cautiously over these, and  through  wooded paths lined with mosses and wild flowers, whose perfume  scented

the entire air, we came upon a curious bridge of wellpacked  snow,  which spanned the torrent. A

treacherouslooking specimen it  was,  and after taking its likeness in my pocketbook, I was passing it  as a

matter of course, when I suddenly heard a shout, and perceived F.  and  the mate at the other side of the torrent

beckoning me to cross  the  snow. I accordingly, with no very good grace and some  astonishment,  essayed the

passage. The snow I found hard as ice, and  not liking the  look of its treacherous convex sides, I held my

course  straight up the  centre, and then descended with great care and  deliberation along the  junction of the

snow and the mountain. So  slippery was the passage,  that without grass shoes I should have been  sorry to

have attempted  it, and, as I halted to regard the curious  structure from a distance,  I could not help thinking

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chance  he would have in the deep and rapid  torrent below if he should happen  to slip into its remorseless

clutches. The path from this continued  its perilous character, in one  place traversing a precipitous face  of rock

only passable on all  fours, beneath which a thick cover of  long grass and weeds hung over  the deep,

treacherouslooking pools of  the torrent. Having on a pair  of grass shoes which had already done  one day's

work, I had broken  down about half way, and was now nearly  barefooted. I consequently  did not arrive till

nearly the last of  the party, and found the tent  pitched and fires lit under a group of  large trees, in the wooden

village of about a dozen houses, called  Sucknez. It was then getting  dusk, and after waiting a reasonable  time,

we sent out a party from  the village to make search for our  missing man, while F. and I,  lighting a fire almost

in the tent door,  proceeded to cook our own  dinner. 

The materials consisted of an unlimited supply of eggs and a box  of sardines, hitherto neglected, and despised

among the artistic  productions of our lost professor. F. superintended the frying  of the  eggs, and produced a

conglomeration of some eight of them,  which we  pronounced unusually delicious, while I laid the table and

looked  after the kettle, for we thought it better, under our bereaved  circumstances, to knock tea and dinner

into one meal. Although we had  made a longish march, we managed, with the aid of the kettle and the

brandy, to sit up by the light of a roaring pine fire until late, in  the hopes of some news arriving of our

searching party. None however  came, and we went to bed HOPING that the man had lost his way, and

FEARING that he had fallen either over the slippery snowbridge or  down one of the many precipices into

the torrent. 

SEPTEMBER 6.  Morning came, but neither news of our cook nor of  the party who went out in his search,

and, after breakfast, donning  a  pair of grass shoes, and provided with some matches and a small  bottle  of

cherrybrandy, I sallied out with the mate on a voyage of  discovery. Outside the village I met the searching

party, who had  been out all through the bitter night, but had found no traces of  the  object of their search. 

Sending a note to F. to dispatch all the coolies to search, I  pressed  on to the most dangerous precipice of our

yesterday's route,  and,  descending to the torrent, searched about the grass and weeds at  the  bottom, but

without finding any traces. About this place I met  three  lonely travellers, laden with meal, who had come

along the  entire  path, but had seen no sign of a human creature anywhere. I now  gave  up our man as lost, but

still held on, in a pouring mixture of  sleet  and snow, which added considerably to the gloom of the scene.

Every  now and then the old mate, who was in very low spirits, would  raise  a lugubrious wail at the top of his

voice of "Ai Khansaman Jee!  Ai  Khansaman Jee?" "Oh, cook of my soul! oh, cook of my soul, where  art

thou?" at the same time apparently apostrophizing the deepest  whirlpools of the torrent, while the roar of the

waters effectually  prevented his magnificent voice from reaching more than a dozen  yards  from the spot

where he stood. Arriving at the snowbridge,  we examined  it closely for signs of footmarks; it was, however,

so hard that it  baffled all our efforts. 

At the other side I explored the path which I myself had followed  in the first instance. It, however, only led to

a small shelter  among  the rocks and trees, where the natives had evidently been in  the habit  of lighting their

fires and halting for the night. After  continuing  the search to another snowbridge above, we returned  to our

camp, and  made the sepoy issue a notice that twenty rupees  reward would be given  for the recovery of our

cook, dead or alive,  and also that a reward  would be given to any person who should bring  us any reliable

information about him. At the same time we sent the  notice to the  villages below, and spread it as much as

possible; but  though twenty  rupees would be a small fortune to one of these people,  they took but  little

interest in the matter, and looked upon the whole  thing as  "Kismut," or destiny. "If it was the will of God that

the  body should  be found, it would be found, if not, where was the use  of looking for  it;" and so they took no

steps whatever in the matter. 

To add to the probabilities of the snowbridge having been the  cause of our loss, it appeared that a short time

before, a coolie  carrying Pushmeena had fallen there, and had never since been  heard  of; while another, who

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Having now despatched several searching parties, and received no  tidings, we decided upon retreating to the

next village down the  valley, and halting there for a few days, in order to do all we could  for our unfortunate

man. 

SEPTEMBER 7.  Started on our march again in heavy sleet and rain,  which, higher up the mountains, took

the form of downright snow. The  valley descended by a slight incline, through fir and other forest  trees, and

about four kos down, we reached another little wooden  city, where, being wet through and through, we were

glad to halt,  and  getting a good fire lit in one of the loghouses, we set to work  to  dry our clothes. The house

was reached by a most primitive ladder,  made of half the trunk of a tree, hollowed out into holes for the  feet;

and, as for the shelter afforded by the tenement, it certainly  kept off the rain, but was not intended to keep out

the wind, for the  trees which composed the walls were so far apart, that we could see  the face of nature

between them, and, in spite of the open windows,  which the architect had thought necessary to provide the

building  with,  the breeze whistled through the chinks in a way that might be  very  pleasant in hot weather, but

was not so cheery when snow and rain  was  the order of the day. The roofs were the most novel structures I

had  ever seen. They consisted merely of rudely split blocks of wood,  some  five or six feet long, through the

upper ends of which stout pegs  had  been driven, and, thus suspended, these weighty wooden tiles  overlapped

each other, and formed a rude covering, which, unpromising  as it was to  outward appearance, answered its

purpose sufficiently  well, and was at  least quite in keeping with the remainder of the  wooden mansion. The

people here were something like the Cashmeerees in  appearance, and  as we descend into civilization, fowls,

and other  hitherto foreign  animals begin to show themselves once more. The  entire substitution  of wood for

mud and stones effectually marks the  difference between  the Cashmerian and Thibetian sides of the snowy

range we had just  crossed. About eight kos from Sucknez we reached  Bragnion, where we  found the camp

pitched in a most promising  position, having a fine  view of the valley below, and the distant  ranges of

mountains. The  torrent here spread itself into several  channels, and the valley,  widening to allow it fuller

liberty to  pursue its joyful existence,  descended in a succession of wooded  slopes, one beyond the other,

while the eternal snows again bounded  the view in the distance. 

The small portions of comparatively level ground in sight were  covered with crops of the richest colours. One

in particular, which  the people called "gunhar," was of the hue of beetroot, and grew upon  its stalk in heavy,

gorgeous masses, which added considerably to the  richness of the landscape. The seed of this consists of

myriads of  little semitransparent white grains, very like ant's eggs, and the  taste is something similar to that

of wheat. Above our camp, in a  ravine of the hills, is the place where an officer had been killed  by  the fall of

an avalanche, while out on a shooting expedition. His  companion, a noted sportsman, was saved, by making a

tremendous jump;  but he himself, and three shikarees, were swept away, their bodies  not being recovered for

two months afterwards. 

SEPTEMBER 8.  After a cold night, during which I dreamt of our  lost  cook, we were awoke by a shout of

"Jeeta hy!"  "He is living!"  then,  "Rusta bhool gya!"  "He lost his way!" and gradually it dawned  upon

us that the man we had fancied floating down the torrent a  mangled  corpse was still actually in the land of the

living. 

It appeared that he had been discovered, sitting helplessly upon  the  mountain side, by a chance and solitary

traveller from Thibet. He  had  lost his way at the snowbridge, and, in trying to retrace his  steps,  completely

got off the only track existing, and had  consequently  wandered about among the wood and cover as long as

his  strength  enabled him. 

The accounts of his movements amid the general excitement were  rather  conflicting, but this being the fourth

day since his  disappearance,  and the weather having been very bad all that time, he  must have  had a very

narrow escape of his life, from the combined  effects of  cold and hunger. By the man's account who found

him, he was  so weak,  that he was unable to eat the chupatties thrown across to  him; and,  his rescuer

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sent out a  party to carry him  in. Sending a horse and some supplies for him, we  looked forward with  some

interest to his own account of his most  unsoughtfor adventures. 

The villagers here, we found, were in the habit of making regular  expeditions among their crops at night, to

keep off the bears who  prowl about in search of food. Armed with torches, they keep up  a  tremendous

shouting all through the dark hours, during the time  their  grain is ripening; and thinking to get a daylight view

of the  robbers,  I started up the mountain with a native guide and a rifle. My  "sportsman," however, in spite of

many promises, failed in showing  me  anything more savage than a preserve of wild raspberrytrees,  on

which  I regaled with much satisfaction. 

A curious custom in the valley is that of hanging quantities of hay  up among the branches of trees, and its

object puzzled me immensely,  till my guide informed me that in the winter the snow lies five and  six  yards in

depth, and that the supplies of hay, which now look only  meant  for camelleopards, are then easily reached

by the flocks of  sheep  which abound in the valley. At present these were all collected  among  the mountains,

to be out of the way of the harvest, and this  accounts  for the enormous herd we had seen while descending

from the  pass. 

SEPTEMBER 9.  Found the sun brightly shining again this morning,  and everything looking fresh and

beautiful after the rain. The man  who had gone with supplies to the cook returned with news that he was  ill

from the effects of cold and fasting, and not able to come on to  us. While at breakfast, my yesterday's guide

brought us in a bowl of  raspberries, which gave pleasant token of the change from the desolate  country we

had recently passed through, to the land of plenty we had  reached. We also got about eleven seers (22 lbs.) of

virgin honey,  for which we paid three rupees. While trying it for breakfast,  a  dense swarm of the original

proprietors came looking for their  stores,  and the noise they made buzzing about, made one fancy they

contemplated walking off bodily with the jars. In the evening our  longlost cook again returned to the bosom

of his family. The poor  creature looked regularly worn out. From the combined effects of snow  and fire he

was quite lame; his turban, most of his clothes, and all  his small possessions, had vanished while struggling

through the thick  cover, and he himself had subsisted for two nights and three days,  unsheltered and alone,

upon nothing but tobacco and snow! On losing  his way, not thinking of crossing the snowbridge, he struck

right  up  the mountain side, in search, first of the path, and afterwards  of  some hut or shelter. He then

gradually got into thick and almost  impervious cover; not a habitation of any sort was within miles of  him,

and thus he wandered about for two days and nights. On the third  day  he descended again towards the torrent,

and, falling and  stumbling,  reached a rock on its bank, and there seating himself, was,  by the  merest chance,

seen by the passing traveller from the other  side  of the torrent. Making signs that he was starving, this man

threw  him some chupatties, and these, wonderful to relate, the cook put  in  his pocket without touching.

Supposing him to be either too weak,  or  else, even while starving, too strict a Hindoo to eat cooked food,  his

rescuer then threw him across some meal in his turban, and went  off  for assistance. The poor creature was

rather proud, I think, to  find  himself the centre of attraction, as well as of being valued at  twenty  rupees; and,

as he falteringly related his sorrows and escape  from  death, the coolies and the rest of the forces gathered

round  him,  listening with wide open mouths to the wonderful narrative of  his  adventures. 

SEPTEMBER 10.  Took another day's rest to give our unfortunate  cook  a little time to recover his

energies. In the evening, the  villagers  produced us a couple of hives of honey, which we packed away  in

earthen jars for transport to the plains. The amount was 391/2  seers,  or 79 lbs. for which we paid ten rupees. 

The unwillingness of the people to produce their honey the  "Invincible  One" accounted for by saying that

they were afraid of OUR  not paying  them. On inquiry, however, the real cause turned out to be,  that the

Sepoy himself was in the habit of exacting a heavy tax on all  purchases  on our part, and fear of him, not us,

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In the evening, we took a tour through the village, and DISCOURSED,  as well as we could, a native

Zemindar, whom we found with his  household around him, gathering in his crop of grain, which had been

partially destroyed by the early snow. His land appeared to be about  four acres in extent, and for this, he told

us, he paid twelve rupees  per annum to the Maharajah of Cashmere. He failed signally, however,  in

explaining how he produced that amount by his little farm. The  produce of his land sufficed only to feed

himself and his family,  and  the proceeds of the sale of wool, belonging to his twelve sheep,  he  estimated at

only two rupees. Besides these, he possessed a few  cows,  and appeared as cheery and contented a landholder

as I ever met,  in  spite of his losses by the snows, and his inability to make out,  even  by description, his ten

rupees of groundrent to the Maharajah. 

The crops around consisted chiefly of bearded wheat (kanuk), barley  (jow), anik, tronba, and gunhar, all

otherwise nameless; and also a  small quantity of tobacco, turnips, and radishes. 

SEPTEMBER 11.  Having with some difficulty procured a pony for  the  cook, we started again for

Cashmere, and, after a very steep  ascent,  through woods of magnificent pinetrees, with every

nowandthen a  glorious peep of distant snowpeaks towering in the  skies, we reached  the summit of the

peer, which separates the  territory called Kushtwar  from that of Cashmere. According to the  "Invincible"

authority, this  territory belonged, some sixty years ago,  to an independent Rajah,  and, on his death without

heirs or  successors, it fell into the  clutches of Gulab Singh.[31] 

The entire revenue, he stated, was 3,000 rupees. From the heights  along our path, we could see the great

glaciers of Dutchen, with its  mountain peak of 25,000 feet, which we had been bound for when the

misadventure of our cook interfered with our plans, and left us not  sufficient time to carry out our

explorations. 

The summit of the pass we found evidently not long freed from the  old  snow, while the new supply lay about

in masses all over the  mountain. 

Passing over a wild and marshy plain at the summit, we began to  descend a lovely pineclad valley once

more into veritable Cashmere,  and, about four P.M. encamped in a forestclearing, which, in a very  short

space of time, was illuminated by no less than seven roaring  campfires. Our own formed the centre, and was

formed of a couple of  entire pinetrunks, while the others were ranged about wherever a dry  and prostrate

tree presented a favourable basis for a conflagration.  In  the evening we enjoyed the warmth of our fires

considerably, and  discussed hot brandy and water seated on the very trees which formed  our fuel. We were

all the more inclined to appreciate our position,  as we felt that we were nearly out of our cold latitudes, and

rapidly  descending to the land of dog days once again. 

SEPTEMBER 12.  Continued our march down the valley, through  continued  wooded grassy scenes, and

attended by a not too noisy  torrent. About a  kos from our halting place, we began again to see the  wooden

houses,  and came to a halt at the picturesque little village of  Nowbogh,  where there were two roads branching

off to Islamabad. 

Here we had a long wait for breakfast, the servants being overcome  by  the unaccustomed civilization and

tobacco they met on the road. We  accordingly set to work at our own kitchen fire, and breakfasted  without

further assistance off fried eggs, rice, and honey. 

In the evening we found alas! that a fire at our tent door, as we  had  had hitherto, was rather too hot to be

pleasant. We were here  visited  by the local prodigy, a rustic carpenter, who insisted upon  making  something

for us with his rather primitivelooking turning  lathe. His  shop I found completely AL FRESCO, between a

couple of cows  in the  centre of a farmyard, and here he set to work at a walnut cup,  which  he turned out

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which  spoiled  the utensil a good deal for drinking out of. However, not at  all taken  aback, he plugged it up

with a piece of stick, and at once  requested  the bukshish, which was the chief part of the performance.  Like

most  of the Cashmeeries, he complained bitterly of the exactions  of the  Maharajah's government, and stated

his own rent to amount to  sixteen  Huree Singh's rupees ([pound sterling]l) per annum. Not seeing  how he

could accumulate that sum, by even an entire year of work such  as his,  I took the liberty of disbelieving his

assertion. 

SEPTEMBER 13.  Started for Kukunath. Our path lay over a  finelywooded hill, from which we had a

full view of the Peer Punjal  range, now divested considerably of the snows which lay upon it at  the time we

started for Thibet. 

Gradually descending into the valley proper, we soon found  ourselves  once more among the waving

ricefields and appleorchards,  while  the wooden tenements again gave way to mud and stone, and  thatched

erections. At a village called Sopru, we found some iron  mines in  working order, and passing Kundunath, a

pretty little spot  adorned  with gardens of melons, pumpkins, sunflowers, we shortly  after reached Kukunath.

Here we encamped close to a collection of  bubbling crystal springs, which, bursting out of the hill side, and

spreading into a dozen separate streams, took their course down to  the innumerable fields of rice which they

watered in their passage  through the valley. Today our little camp assumes quite a lively  appearance again,

three sheep and several fowls having been added  to  the farmyard; these, together with three surviving ducks

of the  real  original stock, and a wonderful white Thibetian cock, who owes  his  life entirely to his

highlycultivated vocal powers, strut about  in  front of the tent, and give an air of unwonted respectability  to

the  scene. Two marches more take us to Islamabad, and it seems  altogether  about time that the present

expedition should draw to a  close.  Supplies appear alarmingly low. Sugar out some days, brandy  ditto,

European boots worn out long ago, and both F. and myself living  in  grass shoes; clothes generally

dilapidated, and decidedly dirty;  servants very anxious for more tobacco and society, and everything, in  fact,

requiring rest and renovation after our seven weeks' wanderings. 

SEPTEMBER 14.  Reached the picturesque little baraduree of  Atchabull once more, after a pleasant march

from Kukunath. Shortly  after taking possession, a fresh arrival of Sahib's possessions and  servants came in,

the latter rather astonished to find the house  occupied by such early birds. The owners turned out to be a

colonel  of the Bengal Artillery and a brother officer. These were almost our  first acquaintances since starting,

so that we were glad enough to  fraternize and hear what was going on in the world. Two of our former  boat's

crew here also appeared, and gave us tidings of our rearguard  and baggage. The latter had been ejected from

its lodgings, and taken  out for an airing on the river, having been visited by a flood caused  by the melting of

the snows shortly after our departure. The weather  here began to be unpleasantly hot again; the disappearance

of the  snow from the mountains having removed the principal cause of the  usual coolness in the valley. 

Dined with the white men under the spreading sycamores, and enjoyed  the luxuries of bread, beer, and sugar

in our tea, to all of which  we  had now been long unaccustomed. 

SEPTEMBER 15.  A short march brought us to Islamabad, which we  found  unusually lively from the

assembling of a host of pilgrims, who  had  come from far and wide for a religious fair at Mutton. The groups

of  different nations, and their manners and customs while bivouacking,  were most picturesque, and served to

amuse and interest us for the  entire day. 

SEPTEMBER 16.  Started early by boat, in the fond expectation  of  reaching Sirinugger in the evening.

Dusk, however, found us no  farther  than the ruins of Wentipore, and we only reached the capital  at  daylight

in the morning. Finding our old quarters vacant, we were  soon  located once more under a roof; and, fifty days

having elapsed  since  we had seen either letter or paper, we lost no time in applying  to the  postal authorities

for our expected accumulations and arrears  of  correspondence. This resulted in the production of

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forthwith to devour in that ravenous fashion  only  known and appreciated by such as have ever undergone a

similar  literary fast. 

Last Days of Travel.

SEPTEMBER 30.  For the last fifteen days we have been living  once more the life of OTIUM CUM

DIGNITATE common to the travelling  Englishman in Cashmere. Basking in the sun, taking the daily row

upon  the river, eating fruit, and buying trash in the city, have been our  principal occupations and amusements. 

About the 20th of the month an English general officer arrived, and  was  received with all honours, including

a salute of heavy ordnance,  which  was happily unattended with loss of life or limb. A dance and  grand  review

were also given in his honour; so that the arrival made  quite  a stir, and came fairly under the head of AN

EVENT in the  valley. At  the review the Maharajah was decorated with unusual  grandeur, and as he  and his

guest rode down the line together  the  latter in a plain blue  frock, and the other in all his cloth of gold  and

jewelled splendour   never were simplicity and display more  strikingly placed in contrast. 

The general's medals and crosses, however, appeared to have a  greater  interest and importance in the

Maharajah's eyes than their  intrinsic  value could have commanded for them, and, during the  marching  past of

"The Army," he kept continually poking his finger at  them,  and pointing them out to the courtiers who were

gathered about  his  chair. The general, at the same time, was employed in explaining  how many thousands the

British Army consisted of, and how vastly  superior it was to all other armies whatever, not even making an

exception (as I thought he might fairly have done) in favour of the  "Invincible Forces," then and there

manfully throwing out their feet  before him to the martial strains of "Home, sweet Home!" After the  last of

the army had marched past, the general, with an energy little  appreciated by his friends in cloth of gold,

jumped up, and, begging  permission to manoeuvre the troops himself, went off to throw the  unfortunate

colonel commanding into a state of extreme consternation,  and to frighten the few English words of

command he was possessed of,  fairly out of his head. 

In the early mornings my chief amusement had been to watch the  colonel  in question preparing both himself

and his troops for the  approaching  spectacle, and very sensibly he went through the  performance. He  was

arrayed on these occasions in the full dress of a  green velvet  dressinggown, worn in the style affected by the

FEROCIOUS RUFFIAN  in small theatres, and, in place of a bugler, was  accompanied by a  pipebearer. This

aide followed him over the  battlefield, wherever  the exigencies of the service required, and  supplied him

with whiffs  of the fragrant weed to compose his nerves at  intervals during the  action. Their united efforts,

however, although  slightly irregular  in appearance, were attended with full success,  for, with the help  of ten

rounds of ammunition, the troops, even when  handed over to the  tender mercies of the "Foreign General" got

through  their ordeal very  creditably; and, as they shot nobody, and did  nothing more irregular  than losing

their shoes upon the field, the  event passed off smoothly  and pleasantly, and to the satisfaction of  all

concerned. 

Here we met an old Sikh acquaintance of the road, who informed me  that he had taken service under the

Maharajah. Next day he paid us  a  visit, by appointment, and expressed himself highly delighted with  his

entertainment; smoking and drinking, however, not being lawful in  society to the Sikhs, we could do but little

in the character of  hosts,  beyond letting him talk away to his heart's content, and with  as little  interruption as

possible. He told us his entire life and  history,  in the worst of English, and we affected to understand the

whole of  the narration, which, perhaps, was as much as any host could  have  been called upon to do under the

circumstances. The old  gentleman's  dress was extremely gorgeous, and contrasted rather  strongly with  our

own woollen shootingjackets and general exterior.  He wore  a turban of purest white, entwined in endless

folds round a  light  green skullcap; his waistcoat was of green velvet, embroidered,  and richly bordered with

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could make them, and his ladylike feet were encased in cotton  socks and gold embroidered slippers. Over

all this he wore a green and  gold silk scarf of voluminous proportions, and of that comprehensive  character

which an Eastern scarf, and in Eastern hands, alone is  capable of assuming. Round his wrists were massive

gold bracelets,  but of other trinkets he had few; and the enormous earrings, so  usually worn by his race,

were not among them. His long grey beard  and almost white moustache were, perhaps, the only ornaments

his  fine  old head required. The last time I had seen him, he was arrayed  entirely in scarlet and gold, and he

had, no doubt, a large reserve  of dresses and jewellery; but, in spite of his tinsel and gilding,  he  appeared a

perfect little Eastern gentleman, and the only one I  had  met as yet in our travels. After expressing a great

desire to  open a  correspondence with us, which, considering the small number  of topics  we possessed in

common, was rather a strange wish, the old  gentleman  and his retinue took their leave, and we had seen the

last  of Beer  Singh Bahadur and his glorious apparel. 

OCTOBER 1.  Busily employed today in packing away our  possessions,  and making final arrangements

for again taking the road. 

Paid a visit to Saifula Baba, the shawl merchant, whose dignity was  considerably upset by a cold in his head,

and bought a few specimens  of his trade, though not sufficient to raise his spirits entirely  above the influenza.

The approaching winter, and the evacuation of  the territory by the principal rupeespending community,

seemed a  source of great unhappiness to the sun and silverloving natives. 

Their houses seem but badly adapted to keep out cold, and their  efforts at heating them are frequently

attended by the burning down  of a whole nest of their wooden habitations. 

Their chief means of artificial warmth seems to be an earthenware  jar covered with basketwork, which each

native possesses and carries  about with him wherever he goes. 

This, which is called a Kangree, is filled with charcoal, and,  as  the Cashmeerians squat down upon the

ground, they tuck it under  their  long clothes, where, until they again rise, it remains hidden  from  sight, and

forms a hotair chamber under their garments.[32]  Among  other artists I discovered a native painter, rather

an uncommon  trade  in these parts, from whom I obtained some original designs,  illustrating, with uncommon

brilliancy, the very common ceremonies  of  Hindoo and Mahomedan Shadees, or marriage processions, and

other  manners and customs of native life. 

After getting together everything we required for the road, and  clearing out the whole of our possessions,

much to the inconvenience  of  several large standing armies of fleas, we finally took our  departure  in two

boats, manned by twelve boatmen, and started for  Baramoula,  on the road to Muree and the plains. 

OCTOBER 2.  After making but little progress during the night, we  discovered in the morning that our

boats were rather too large for  the river, in its present weakly and reduced state. Every ten minutes  we found

ourselves aground upon the sand and mud, and the cooking  boat behind us followed our example, while the

river ahead showed no  prospect whatever of deepening. The Manjees, under the circumstances  performed

wonders in the nautical manoeuvring line. Jumping overboard  incessantly, they called upon Peer Dustgeer,

their favourite patron  saint, to aid them in their difficulties, and shrieked and screamed  till the whole place

resounded with their cries. 

Sometimes the saints were stonyhearted, probably not being in a  humour to be shouted at, and then the

entire body of silkyskinned  darkies would set to work, laughing and shouting, to clear away the  bar of sand.

Their paddles forming in this operation, very effective  substitutes for spades and shovels, with much

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Here the river ceases to be navigable, and abandons itself for a  short time to irregular and wanton habits,

before finally sowing its  wild mountain oats, and becoming the staid and sedate Jhelum of the  Plains. Unlike

some rivers, the Jhelum contains more water in the  middle of summer than at other times. Its principal

resources are  the  snows, and these mighty masses are so wrapped up in their own  frigid  magnificence that it

requires a good deal of warm persuasion  from the  sun to melt their icy hearts to tears. 

OCTOBER 3.  Took the road once more, and started for Muree. Our  train was increased by a couple of

volunteer native travellers,  who  were glad of our society in order that they might get clear of  the  Maharajah's

dominions with as little questioning as possible. Our  coolies numbered twentysix, so that altogether our

forces now reached  to thirtyeight. After a fine march, we halted at Nowshera, where the  dashing river

afforded us an exciting swim before breakfast. Coming  out  of the water, however, I had the ill luck to slip

upon a  treacherous  rock, and, falling heavily on my side, and so over into  the rapid  stream, had some

difficulty in fishing myself out again, and  was very  near taking an unpleasantly short cut to the Plains. In the

evening,  when the cook came to inspect the larder for dinner, it was  discovered,  that, with an unusual want of

presence of mind, a  newlykilled sheep  had been left by mistake in the boats for the  benefit of the already

overpaid boatmen. This was the third animal we  had lost, from various  causes, during our travels, and the

mishap most  seriously affected  the success of our dinner arrangements for the day. 

OCTOBER 4.  Found great difficulty in getting up this morning  after my fall, and still more in walking

three miles, which I had  to  do before finding a pony. The view was beautiful the whole way;  but we  had been

so gorged with scenery of all sorts and kinds,  that rugged  passes, shady dells, waterfalls, however precious

they may become in  future recollection, were almost thrown away  upon us for the time  being. Breakfasted

under the pine trees, near  an ancient temple, and  halted at Uree, where there was a baraduree  for travellers.

Except,  however, to very dirty travellers indeed,  it would be of little use.  While descending a very steep part

of  the road, my saddle suddenly  slipped over the pony's round little  carcase on to his neck, and,  NOLENS

VOLENS, I came to the ground,  the pony remaining in a position  very nearly perpendicular, with  his tail

towards the heavens and his  head between my legs, in which  predicament he luckily remained  perfectly quiet,

until the bhistie,  coming up behind, set us both on  our proper extremities once more. 

OCTOBER 5.  Started for Chukothee, and thinking, in an evil  moment,  to walk off the effects of my late

mishap, I essayed the  fifteen  miles on foot. 

Long before reaching half way, however, I began to look about for  anything in the shape of a pony, that

might appear in sight; but,  none being forthcoming, I was obliged to finish as I had begun, and  at last reached

our destination, a snug little village, buried in  fields of yellow rice upon the hillside. On the way, I fell in

with  a fine old Mussulman Zemindar, trudging along on his return to Delhi,  from paying a visit to Sirinugger. 

Being an unusually talkative old gentleman, we fraternized by the  way,  and he told me that he had been to see

the civil commissioner of  his  district, now acting as commissioner in the valley, to make his  salaam,  relative

to a "jageer," or Government grant of certain  villages to the  amount of some three thousand rupees per

annum, which  he had succeeded  in obtaining on account of his loyalty during the  recent mutiny. 

Of this three thousand rupees, it appeared that only one thousand  would come into his own pocket, the

remainder being payable as rent,  to Government. 

His son had also a jageer of twelve thousand rupees, so that both  he  and his family were loyal and well to do

in the world. His ideas of  Cashmere were rather amusing. He appeared to think it a miserable spot  enough,

compared to his own land, and the only advantage he could hit  upon, was, in my estimation, quite the reverse,

viz: THAT SIRINUGGER  WAS VERY HOT IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER. 


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The rice he had a supreme contempt for. It was not to be compared  with the Indian rice, and the Cashmeeries

he poohpoohed, as being  no  judges whatever of its qualities, and, in fact; not fit to eat  rice at  all. He seemed

quite unable to understand my walking when I  could  ride; or, indeed, why I should leave such a charming

country  as India  to be uncomfortable in Cashmere, without even having any  jageer  business to transact as an

excuse. 

Our coolies, being an unusually miserable crew, we got breakfast  about  two P.M. Today our tent lamp

finished its erratic life,  according to  the Dhobie's account, by selfdestruction! That good for  nothing piece  of

charcoal had, however, doubtless dashed the solid  cutglass globe,  which formed the chief glory of the

instrument,  against a rock, while  thinking of his hubble bubble, and his little  blackamoors at home. 

The lamp had got over all the difficulties of the road from Lahore  to  Ladak and back, and had been quite a

peepshow to half the natives  of  Thibet, who were never tired of regarding their multiplied  countenances  in

the numerous cut circles of the glass shade, so that  we felt quite  grieved at its melancholy loss. Our water

bottle also  today finished  its existence, and the table came into camp a bundle  of sticks;  so that everything

seemed to betoken the approaching  dissolution of  the expedition. The farmyard consists of five ducks,  all

strangers,  and a pet sheep, and the khiltas look haggard and  dilapidated in the  extreme. The musical cock,

alone, of old friends  still survives,  but he appears in weak health, and his constitution is  evidently  undermined

by the changes of climate it has undergone. We  were here  worried by a party of strolling mountebanks from

the Punjab,  who  persisted in horrifying us by making two young girls and three  boys,  all apparently entirely

destitute of bones, stand upon their  heads,  and go through similar performances on the grass. The girl  actually

pattered a measure with her feet upon the back of her head,  and  the proprietors seemed utterly unable to

account for our apathetic  disregard of so extremely talented and interesting a performance. 

OCTOBER 6.  Left for Hutteian, about fifteen miles off. Ponies  being scarce, I had to walk part of the

way; but the sepoy, pitching  by chance upon our friends, the Punjabees, triumphantly carried  off a  stout little

animal of theirs for my use. Before mounting,  however, I  was mobbed by the tumbling family, EN MASSE,

who went on  their knees  in their solicitations to be exempt from the seizure  of their  property. Finding me

obdurate in retaining the pony at a  fair  valuation, with "the army" to bear me out, they proceeded to

diplomatic measures to gain their end. First, a very small child,  choosing a stony place in the path, suddenly

stood upon her head,  and  proceeded to form black knots with her body. Finding that this  only  caused me to

threaten her father with a stick, they produced  a blind  girl, who threw herself half naked at my feet and cried

by order. The  poor creature had lost her sight by the smallpox,  and I had remarked  her the day before

patiently toiling over rocks  and broken paths with  one little child in her arms, and another half  leading, half

obstructing her, endeavouring to guide her footsteps  down the rocks.  She, however, got no immediate benefit

from the pony  of contention;  so, giving her some money to console her in her forced  misery, I still  remained

inexorable. After this, the encampment broke  up, with all its  pots and pans, cows and fowl, and took to the

road, leaving me in  undisturbed possession of my new conveyance. The  weather began to  astonish us a little

today, by a renewed accession of  October heat.  Still the climate was delightful. Morning and evenings

always cool,  and sometimes cold, and a bright cheery blue invariably  over head,  while a refreshing breeze

made music through the pine trees,  and waved  the golden ears of rice. 

Encamped under a spreading sycamore, at the junction of two  mountain  streams. Today a new order of

bridge appeared, consisting  merely of  a single rope, the passengers being tugged across in a  basket. From  its

appearance it was rather a matter of congratulation  that we were  not called upon to cross it. 

OCTOBER 7.  Being Sunday, we made a halt, and enjoyed a  refreshing  bathe in the stream, and a rest

from the toils of the road. 

OCTOBER 8.  Left "Hutteian," and, winding along the valley,  arrived, by a steep ascent, at Chukar, a little

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SAINTLY Fukeer, whom we found sitting bolt upright,  newly  decorated with ashes, and with an extremely

florid collection  of  bulls, demons, painted about the den he occupied. On the road  I again  picked up the old

Mussulman, who seemed delighted to chat,  and gave me  an account of the part he had played in the mutiny. 

He appeared frequently to have warned his Commissioner that an  outbreak  was about to take place, but

without his crediting the story;  and when  it actually did occur, the latter fled from his station at  Lahore,  and

took shelter with a friendly Risaldar until the storm  should blow  over. From thence he sent for the old

gentleman, my  informant, and  "Imam Buksh" forthwith mounted his camel and came with  five and twenty

armed followers to his assistance. While here, a party  of rebels came  searching for English, and Mr. Buksh

narrated how he  went forth to  meet them, and proclaimed, that they might kill the  Englishman if they  would,

but must first dispose not only of himself,  but also of his  five and twenty followers. Upon this they abused

him,  and asked him,  "What sort of a Mussulman he called himself?" and  denounced him as a  "Feringee," or

foreigner. 

The rebels, however, finally went off, and the Commissioner and his  family, by Imam Buksh's further

assistance, succeeded in escaping  all  the dangers of the times. For this service it was that the old  gentleman

had just received his jageer of two villages, now some  years after the occurrence of the events. 

He appeared to think very little of the Maharajah's rule, and  was  of opinion that the people were miserably

oppressed, paying,  by his  account, two thirds of the produce of their lands to the  Government.  This was in

kind, but, where the revenue was taken in coin,  a produce  of about fourteen pounds of grain was subject to a

tax of  two rupees.  On the subject of the cause of the mutiny in India, he  said that  greased cartridges certainly

had nothing to do with it; for  the rest,  why, "It was the will of God, and so it happened." To induce  him to

argue on the POSSIBILITY of the mutiny having been successful,  I found  to be out of the question. "It was

the power of God which  had  prevented the rebels from gaining over us, and, in the name of  the  Holy Prophet

and the twelve Imams, how then could it have been  otherwise?" As to the probability, however, of there

being another  mutiny, he admitted that he thought there would be one, but that, as  long as we maintained

justice, no other power could hold the country  against us. On my asking him if we did not maintain justice in

the  land, he said no, and adduced the fact that in every case brought  before the courts an enormous amount of

bribery goes on among the  Rishtidars, and other understrappers, whereby the man with most money  wins his

cause. No Englishman, he thought, could take a bribe, but he  seemed to be under the impression that those in

authority were aware  of  the system being carried on by those beneath them. He admitted that  he  knew of one

native who would not take a bribe! and dwelt largely on  the  subject, as if it were a wonderful fact, which I

have no doubt it  was. 

In the evening we presented Mr. Imam Buksh with some of our sheep,  which delighted his heart immensely,

and he spent the entire evening  in  cooking and eating it, together with a perfect mountain of  chupatties,  which

he manufactured with great care and deliberation. 

OCTOBER 9.  Left our camp very early, and had a sharp ascent up  the  mountains. A considerable descent

again, brought us to the village  of Mehra, where we pitched our tents, once more within sight of the  territories

of India. 

OCTOBER 10.  Marched into Dunna, our last haltingplace in  Cashmere. It is situated nearly at the

summit of the frontier range  of hills, and commanded a most extensive view of the mountains of  Cashmere

and Cabul, besides those on the Indian side. 

OCTOBER 11.  Took a last fond glance towards "the valley," and  descended by a very steep and difficult

path to the river Jhelum,  which forms the boundary between the two territories. Here a couple  of

queerlyshaped, rudelyconstructed boats, with two huge oars  apiece, one astern and one at the side, formed

the traveller's flying  bridge. Into one of these the whole of our possessions and coolies,  were stowed, and we


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commenced the passage of the stream. 

This we managed by, in the first instance, coasting up the bank for  several hundred yards, and then striking

boldly into the current;  and  it was amusing to see our wellcrammed boat suddenly drawn into  the  rapid

stream and whisked and whirled about like a straw, while a  nice  calculation on the part of the skipper, and a

good deal of rowing  and  shouting on that of the sailors, enabled us to touch the opposite  shore not very far

below the point from which we had started. One  last lingering look at Cashmerian ground, a step over the

side, and  we were once more standing upon the territories of Queen Victoria,  and in the burning land of India

happily, however, still six days'  journey from the Plains. 

OCTOBER 12.  Marched up the spur of the Muree Hill to Dewul,  where we found a room in a mud fort

converted into a haltingplace  for travellers, reached by a series of breakneck ladders, and  looking very

much like a cell in a prison, with its two chairs  and  clumsy wooden table. Here we found a little amusement

in the  arrival  of the Chota Sahib, or "small gentleman,"  otherwise  the Assistant  Civil Commissioner of the

district,  to review the  fort and its  dependencies. On the first tidings of his approach,  the Thanadar

immediately turned out the entire garrison, consisting  of twelve  military policemen, called "Burqundaz," or

"Flashers of  lightning!"  These soon appeared in their full dress of crimson turbans  and yellow  tights, and,

shouldering their "flintlocks," proceeded to  perform a  series of intricate evolutions, by way of practice for

the  rapidlyapproaching inspection. When the great little man did arrive,  there was, we thought, a good deal

of irregularity among the troops,  such as laughing in the ranks and treading on toes, However,  the only  point

the inspecting officer dwelt upon was the absence of  uniformity  in dress, caused by the deficiency of two

pairs of yellow  tights among  the lightning flashers, otherwise he appeared perfectly  satisfied, and  all went off

well. After his review he invited himself  to our  dinnerparty, and honoured our repast with the further

addition  of a  kid stew. He turned out to be one of the exCompany's officers,  a  subaltern of eighteen years'

service, FIFTEEN of which had been  spent  away from his regiment on the staff. He was with his corps,

however,  when it mutinied, and escaped without much difficulty. The  unfortunate  colonel of the regiment,

finding that none of his men  would shoot him,  had done so with his own hand. He gave it as his  opinion that

the  cartridges WERE the cause of the mutiny; but allowed  that his regiment  was in a bad state of discipline

some time before,  and that all the  native corps were known to be disaffected years  before the event  occurred,

both by the officers present and those  absent upon staff  employ. Altogether, after the Chota Sahib had

thoroughly discussed  both the mutiny and the dinner, we were left  under the impression that  there was quite

sufficient cause for the  disaffection of the Bengal  army without ever arriving at the vexed  question of greased

cartridges  at all. 

OCTOBER 13.  Marched early into the Hill Station of Muree. Not  being  yet quite in walking trim, I had

pressed a mule into the  service,  who carried me in good style as far as the entrance to the  town. Here,

however, he seemed suddenly to remember that we had each a  character  to support, and, stopping short, he

utterly refused to budge  another  step. Not being willing even to be led, I finally abandoned  him to  his own

devices, and walked on to the Commandant's bungalow,  where  I found my companion already hospitably

received, and  comfortably  seated at breakfast, discussing kidneys and beefsteaks,  and such like  unwonted

delicacies of the Muree season. 

After getting somewhat over the novelty and discomfort of being  again  in a house with doors and glass

windows, and other  inconveniences,  we sallied out to inspect the station. 

Like its CONFRERES of the Hills  Simla, Kussowlie, Muree was  a  prettilysituated little settlement, with

houses scattered about  entirely according to the freaks and fancies of the owners, and with  utter disregard of

all system whatever. The Mall was a fine one,  and  its gailydressed frequenters, in jhampans and palkees,

were  of the  unmistakeable stamp of Anglo India in the Hills. Two or three  of the  ladies, however, were bold

enough to walk, and looked none  the worse  for being divorced from their almost inseparable vehicles,  and

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OCTOBER 14.  Spent a quiet day among the hospitalities of Muree,  and  became gradually accustomed to

CITY LIFE. Going to church seemed  rather  a strange process, and the building itself was but a bad  exchange

for the grander temples which we had frequented for so many  Sundays. 

OCTOBER 15.  Laid our dak by doolie to Lahore, and, with our  hospitable entertainer to guide us, started

at five P.M. by a short  cut, to meet our new conveyances. 

Reaching the main road, we once more packed ourselves away in our  boxes, and, the sun soon setting his last

for us upon the Cashmere  mountains, left us to make our way down to the miserable plains as  fast as the

flaring and spluttering light of a couple of pine torches  would allow our bearers to patter along. 

From this, until we reach Lahore, we are accompanied by an  incessant  shuffle shuffle of naked feet through

the dusty road;  jabbering and  shouting of blacks, flickering of torches, bumping of  patched and  straining

doolies against mounds of earth, glimpses of  shining naked  bodies, streaming with perspiration, as they flit

about,  and the whole  enveloped in dense and suffocating clouds of dust, which  penetrate  everything and

everywhere, and soon become, in fact, a part  of one's  living breathing existence; occasionally, outstripping

our  procession,  a vision passes, like the glimmer of a white strip of  linen, a  stick, and a black and polished

body, it rushes by like the  wind,  and disappears in the gloom of dust and night, and, in a second,  her

Majesty's mail has passed us on the road! As we near the plains  this  vision undergoes a slight change, and

takes the form of an  apparition  of two wild horses tearing away with a red and almost  bodyless cart;  this

also goes by like a flash, but gives more notice  of its coming,  and our torches, for a second, light up the figure

of a  wild huntsman,  with red and streaming turban, who sits behind the  steeds and blows a  defiant blast at us

as he also vanishes into the  darkness. About seven  miles from Muree, we halted for dinner, and made

renewed acquaintance  with that interesting object  the Indian  roadside chicken. 

OCTOBER 16.  Arrived early at Rawul Pindee, and breakfasted at  seven, apparently off guttapercha and

extract of sloe leaves. On  again immediately, and reached Gugerkhan bungalow at seven P.M. hot,

apoplectic, and saturated with dust. 

The room smells thoroughly of the plains; an odour, as it were,  of  punkhas, mosquitoes, and mustiness, not to

be found elsewhere,  and  entirely unexplainable to uninitiated sufferers. 

The chicken, whose "fate had been accomplished," died as we entered  the yard, and was on the table in the

fashion of a warm SPREAD EAGLE  in fifteen minutes! After this delicacy is duly discussed, the doolies  are

emptied of dust, the bedding laid down, and jolt, jolt, creak,  creak, grunt, grunt, on we go again, until sleep

goodnaturedly  comes  to make us oblivious of all things. The kahars, or bearers,  however,  take a different

view of life, and at every relief a crowd  of  sniggering darkies assemble, on both sides, with applications for

bukshish. At first one hears, "Sahib, Sahib!" in a deprecating tone  of voice, mindful of sudden wakings of

former Sahibs, sticks, and  consequent sore backs, then piu forte, "Sahib!" crescendo, "Sahib,  Sahib!" and then

at last, in a burst of harmony, "Sahib purana Baira  kutch bukshish mil jawe?"[33] and the miserable doolie

traveller, who  has been, probably, feigning sleep in sulky savageness for the last  ten minutes, makes a sudden

dive through the curtains with a stick, an  exclamation is heard very like swearing, only in a foreign language,

and the troop of applicants vanish like a shot, keeping up, however,  a yelping of Sahibs, and Purana Bairas,

and Bukshishs, until the new  bearers get fairly under weigh, and have carried their loads beyond  hearing.

None but those who have been woken up in this manner from a  comfortable state of unconsciousness, to the

full realities of doolie  travelling in Indian heat and dust, can form an idea of the trial  it  is to one's temper; and,

from my own feelings, together with the  sounds I hear from my companion's direction, I can testify as to the

relief that the use of foreign expletives affords under the  affliction. 

OCTOBER 17.  Arrived at Jhelum about eight A.M. to all intents  and  purposes dust inside and out. Flesh

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quite as hot as when we started, and the wind comes in, hot  and dry,  and makes one feel like a herring of the

reddest; while an  infernal  punkha is creaking its monotonous tune, as it flaps to and  fro in the  next room,

making one again realize to the full, "the  pleasures of the  plains." We begin, in fact, to discover that the

thorns which were not  forthcoming on the Cashmere roses are too surely  to be found elsewhere. 

OCTOBER 18.  Reached Goojerat at cockcrow; thus completing  a  distinct circle of travel through

Bimber, Sirinugger, Ladak,  Kushtwar,  Muree, and back to our present haltingplace, from whence  we had

originally branched off. 

OCTOBER 19.  A dusty night's work brought us at two A.M. to  Goojerwala. Here we found that there was

no bungalow between us and  Lahore, and, consequently, no chance of either a wash or breakfast  should we

go on; we therefore chose loss of time in preference to  loss of breakfast, with the addition of a day under a

broiling sun,  and halted until the authorities should awake to feed us. 

OCTOBER 20.  Reached Lahore before sunrise, and got our letters  and papers from the post once more.

Afterwards we laid our dak for  Cawnpore, and made all arrangements for a start in the evening. 

OCTOBER 21.  Arrived at Umritsur about three A.M., and remained  in  our coaches until sunrise, when we

set off for a stroll through the  city. This we found the cleanest, if not the only clean, town we had  seen since

landing in India. The streets were well drained and built,  and were guarded by a force of yellowlegged,

redturbaned Punjabee  policemen, who were provided, like their brother bluebottles at home,  with staves

and rattles instead of the more usual insignia of sword  and shield. The houses were almost all decorated,

outside and in, with  grotesque mythological and other paintings, such as Vishnu  annihilating  Rakshus, or

demons of various kinds, or wonderful  battlepieces,  wherein palefaced, unhealthylooking people, in

tailed  coats and  cocked hats, might be seen performing prodigies of valour,  assisted  by bearded and

invincible Sikh warriors of ferocious  exterior. The  shops were built with verandahs, and the piazza  character

of some of  the streets, in conjunction with the unusual  cleanliness, gave one a  very agreeable impression of

Umritsur and its  municipal corporation,  whoever that body may be. The inhabitants are  principally Sikhs,

finelooking men generally, with long beards turned  up at either  side of their faces, and knotted with their

hair under  the voluminous  folds of their turbans. 

OCTOBER 22.  Out at four A.M. to explore the great durbar, or  headquarters of the Sikh religion in the

Punjab. Entering through a  highly decorated archway in the kotwalee, or police station, we came  upon an

enormous tank, with steps descending into the water on all  sides, and planted around with large and shady

trees. In the centre  of this rose the temple of the Sikhs, a lightlooking, richlygilt  edifice, the lower part of

which was constructed of inlaid stones upon  white marble. From this to one side of the tank, a broad

causeway  led, decorated with handsome railings, and lamps of giltwork upon  marble pedestals. Along this,

crowds of people were passing to and  fro, arrayed in every possible variety of costume and colour. Sikhs,

Hindoos, Mussulmen  men, women, and children, crowded together like  bees in a hive. Round the edges of

the tank were handsome buildings,  minarets, with trees and gardens attached to them; and that,  towards  the

causeway, was divided in two by a fine and richlydecorated  archway, in the upper part of which a party of

patriarchal old Sikhs  were squatted on their haunches, discoursing the affairs of the  nation. This whole scene

opened upon our view at a glance. The sun  had as yet scarcely appeared over the horizon, and the reflection

of  its light shone faintly upon the goldwork and ornaments of the  central building, tipping it and the lofty

minarets with rosy light,  whilst the rest of the buildings remained shrouded in the morning  haze. With the

incessant bustle of the thronging, brightlyvestured  crowd, and the accompaniment of the wild discordant

tomtoming of a  band of turbaned musicians, it formed a scene which almost persuaded  one to put once more

confidence in the brightlycoloured descriptions  of the "Arabian Nights." While waiting for sunrise, we

ascended one  of the minarets, from which we had a curious bird'seye view of the  tank and surrounding city

at our feet, while the plains lay stretching  away before us; the horizon level and unbroken, as if it bounded in

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an early morning scene in  the life of a Sikh gentleman. He was sitting up in his "fourleg,"  on  the open court

of an upper story, which formed his bedroom,  while his  attendants were offering him his morning cup of

coffee,  and otherwise  attending to his wants. In one corner, another Sikh  gentleman, with  one arm, was

having a brass vessel of water poured  over him, and a  number of similar vessels stood upon a sort of rack,

ready for the  master of the house to have his bath. 

Scattered about the foot of the bed, which had a grandly decorated  canopy, was a deputation of whiterobed

Sikhs paying their morning  visit, or having an audience upon some matter of business. These by  degrees got

up and went out, each making a profound salaam as he  passed  the bed. One of them only, the old man called

back, and with  him, as  he sat upon the "fourleg," he had a long and confidential  talk. This  evidently was the

medical adviser, and, judging by the  dumbshow of  the interview which ensued, the Sikh, as evidently, was

the victim  of a cold in his fine old nose, which he had doubtless  caught from  sleeping in the open air. After

this we repaired to the  kotwallee  again, and, getting a pair of slippers in exchange for our  boots,  descended to

the durbar and mingled with the crowd. 

Although we were inadmissible in boots, no objection whatever  appeared  to be made to the entrance of

Brahminee bulls; for we found a  number  of them walking about the mosaic pavement with as much

confidence  and impunity as if the place belonged to them. 

In the building we found a collection of Sikh padres, or "gooroos,"  sitting behind a massive volume richly

cased in cloth of gold and  silver, while squatted around under a canopy, were the Sikh faithful,  offering their

presents of cowries, chupatties, balls of sweetmeats,  and showers of yellow and white necklaces of flowers.

The book was the  original law of Gooroo Gurunth Sahib, which they had just finished  reading, and, as we

entered, they were commencing to cover it up  again, which they did, with great pomp and ceremony, in a

number of  cloths of various patterns, after which they distributed the votive  offerings among themselves and

the people present, and held a sort of  banquet over the sweets and flowers. In the midst of the proceedings,  a

very fine specimen of the race of Fukeer came in, and presenting  an  offering of the smallest, laid his head

upon the ground before the  book, and, without a word, took himself off again. He was girt round  the loins

with a yellowishred cloth; his body, from head to foot,  was covered with ashes. The hair of his head was

matted together in  strips, like the tail of an uncared cow, and reached to his waist. A  shallow earthen pot was

his hat, and over his shoulders hung two large  gourds, suspended by a cord, while in his hand he carried a

long  staff,  covered over with stuff of the same kind as that round his  waist. Such  was the figure which entered

among the gailydressed  multitude in the  saintly durbar; and, although to the assembled people  there

appeared  nothing whatever either strange or unusual in the  arrival, to us,  who were looking on, the contrast

between the unclad  dirty mendicant,  and the pure white vestments of the Sikhs around,  rendered it a most

striking and remarkable apparition. 

On entering, he had removed the earthen pot which formed his hat,  and,  one of the two gourds which were

round his shoulders having  fallen to  the ground in the act, it was amusing to see him pause for a  second,  and

anxiously examine whether any compound fracture had taken  place  in the precious article of his very limited

dinner service. One  extremity of the building we found was occupied for Hindoo worship;  so that fraternity

and equality, worthy of imitation seems to be  the  order of the day among the religions of Umritsur. The

interior  was  richly decorated with gilding and mirrors, but was little  worthy of  remark in comparison with the

richness of the exterior  effect.  Presenting a "bukshish" to the expectant padres who guarded  the sacred  book,

we left them to their devotions, and betook ourselves  once more  to our bungalow. 

OCTOBER 23.  Travelling all night, we reached Jullunder at six  A.M., and, after breakfast, again started

for Loodianah, where we  dined. We here again crossed the Sutlej, but, the water being low,  boat navigation

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At Loodianah we were stormed by a host of merchants, with pushmeena  and other soft matters, who were

rather disappointed at finding we  had come from the birthplace of such like manufactures. Some of the  local

shawls, however, or "Rampore chudders," were beautifully fine  and delicate, and seemed worthy of

inspection. 

OCTOBER 24.  Reached Umballa at eight A.M., and started again  shortly after. Our horses today were

most miserable caricatures,  and  it was with difficulty we managed to progress at all. The last  stage  was

accomplished at a walk; and what with this and the delay  caused by  a couple of sandy riverbeds, we only

reached Kurnaul at  ten P.M. The  miserable condition of the horses was accounted for  by the enormously  high

price of grain and the absence of grass,  in consequence of the  want of rain. The general topic, in fact,  is now

the failure of the  rains, and consequent apprehensions of a  famine throughout the land.  "Atar" is here eight

seers the rupee, or  in other words, flour sells  at one shilling and ninepence a stone   an enormous price in

these  parts. 

OCTOBER 25.  Sunrise found us still halfway to Delhi, and we  stopped to breakfast at the little

bungalow of Ghureekulla. Here we  found a fine old Khansaman, who gave us an account of the incidents  of

the Mutiny which came under his notice. He had received a flying  party of two hundred men, women, and

children, who arrived at dead of  night, some on horses, some on foot, and all worn and haggard by their

march from Delhi, from which they had escaped. These he took care of,  and supplied with food until the

following day, when they departed,  without, by his own account, giving him anything, either as pay or

reward. He afterwards assisted others also, and received about one  hundred and twenty rupees, one way or

another, for his services. At  present he receives six rupees a month, with whatever he can pick up  from

travellers; not a very large amount in the outoftheway little  jungle station of Ghureekulla. 

OCTOBER 26.  Passed through Delhi by moonlight, and reached the  bungalow at one A.M. At gunfire

we emerged from our locomotives,  and  went to explore the king's palace. In spite of the late lesson on  the

subject of sepoys, we found the gates of the fort held entirely  by  native guards, and a very small body of

Europeans located within  the  walls. After rambling through the place, and discovering that  its only  beauty lay

at present in its exterior, we went to the Jama  Musjid, a  fine mosque of red granite, inlaid in parts with white

marble. The  cupolas, of great size, were entirely marble, and the  minarets, also  of marble, were closely inlaid.

The place had been  only recently  handed over to the Moslems after its late seizure,  and was not as yet  used

for worship. Ascending one of the minarets,  we had a fine view of  the city of the Great Mogul dynasty, with

its  minarets and ornamented  streets; and in the distance we could discern  the positions occupied  by our

besieging force, when the last of the  kings was brought so  rudely to the termination of his reign. 

OCTOBER 27.  Reached Koel, or Allyghur, at eight A.M. Started  again  at five, stopping on the way to

inspect the Jama Musjid, and a  very  fine old tower, probably of Buddhist or Jain origin, which was  covered

over with ancient inscriptions. Just as the Muezzin was  calling to  evening prayer, we again resumed our

monotonous order of  travel,  and branched off towards Agra to visit the famous Taj Mahul. 

OCTOBER 28.  Reached Agra at two A.M., and finding the bungalow  full,  had to go to the hotel. At

sunrise we drove out to the Taj, and  here,  I think, for the first time, we were not disappointed in the  difference

between reality and description. The entrance to the  gardens in which  the Taj is situated was beautiful in

itself, but one  sight of the  main building left no room for admiration of anything  besides. 

It is situated on the banks of the Jumna, with a fine view of the  magnificent fort, with its mosque and

minarets, and is entirely of  pure white marble, inlaid with stones into shapes of flowers and  arabesques, At

each corner rises a white marble minaret, like a  pillar of snow, beautifully decorated and carved, but unsullied

by a  single line of any other colour whatever. The interior is profusely  inlaid with minute stones of

considerable value, and is lit by carved  marble windows of the most beautiful design imaginable. In the

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polygon, carved like perforated ivory,  and also inlaid with minute stones of every shape and colour.[34]  The

queen, in whose honour the tomb was built, occupies the very  centre of  the enclosure, Shah Jehan's tomb

being on one side of it,  and larger  in size, which rather spoils the symmetry of the space. 

Exactly underneath the tombs, in the main body of the building,  one descends to a marble vault, where there

are two others precisely  similar in shape, but without any inscription or ornament whatever,  and under these

latter the mortal remains of the famous Shah Jehan  and Mumtaz repose in peace. Over the queen's tomb, in

the very centre  of the interior, a single ostrich egg was suspended by an almost  invisible thread, probably to

shadow forth something of the meaning  of the "Resurgam" affixed to monuments elsewhere. On either side,

without the mausoleum, are two buildings facing inwards, one of which  is a mosque, built in red granite and

white marble; and the whole are  profusely ornamented with carvings in marble, which would take an age  to

examine thoroughly, and which produce an effect quite incapable  of  being adequately portrayed by either pen

or pencil. 

In one of these edifices, among the inlaid work and arabesques,  and not far from the mortal remains of the

departed King and Queen,  we found a curious and interesting inscription, which seems to have  been hitherto

unmentioned by the many travellers who have visited  the  sacred spot. It was prominently placed and easily

decipherable,  being  in unusually large letters, and in that character which might  be  called the "UNEIFORM,"

of which so many valuable specimens exist  in  all parts of the known globe. 

It ran thus :  

IN MEMORY OF VALENTINE'S DAY. 

The sentence appeared unfinished, and one or two words were  probably  required to complete the sense, but

from similar existing  records  there could be no difficulty in filling in the missing  syllables. 

It was curious, however, to reflect what the feeling could have  been  that stayed the writer's hand, and

prevented him from finishing  his  graceful tribute to the mighty dead. 

Mumtaz, from whose name the word "Taj" is derived (the letter "z"  being incapable of being pronounced by

many natives except as a  "j"),was the daughter of the famous Noor Jehan's brother Asoph  Khan.  Shah Jehan

followed his queen in A.D. 1665, and was laid in the  building which he had himself originally designed in her

honour alone. 

With Noor Jehan and Jehangeer the case was reversed. The conqueror  of the world ended his career in A.D.

1627, and the partner of all  his Cashmerian wanderings, and many adventures, who wore no colour  but white

after his death, finally rejoined him in a tomb which she  had raised to his memory at Lahore. 

Having paid due homage to the beauty of the farfamed mausoleum, we  went to the Fort, and, after visiting

the Ram Bagh, the Ikmam Dowlah,  and the various palaces built by Akbar Shah, once more took the road,

and were soon again galloping through the dust, morning bringing us  to the bungalow of Bewah. From this

we again made for Ghoorsahagunge  and Cawnpore, and by rail to Allahabad, there completing a circuit  of

travel extending to between two and three thousand miles: 

"In heat and cold  We'd roved o'er many a hill and many a dale,  Through many a wood and many an open

ground,  In sunshine and in  shade, in wet and fair,  Thoughtful or blithe of heart as might befall  Our best

companions, now the driving winds,  And now the trotting  brooks and whispering trees,  And now the music

of our own quick steps  With many a shortlived thought that passed between  And disappeared." 


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And now but one day more remains of our six months' leave. The 31st  of  October sees us again fairly in the

hands of the authorities.  Brothers  in arms, who during our absence have been having "all work  and no  play,"

receive us with warm and disinterested welcome. The  Q.M.G. is  hauled away in triumph by a swarm of

fellow blacklegs to  glad the  squawlike partner of his sooty bosom. The last remnants of  the  expedition are

fairly broken up, and already the days when we went  gipsying have passed away "a long time ago." 

Route.

                        Miles.

Allahabad

Cawnpore                120

Ghoorsahagunge      72

Etawah              73

Kurga               72

Delhi               51

Kurnaul             73

Umballa             45

Kalka               40

Kussowlie           9

Simla               40

Hureepore           20

Kalka               29

Umballa             40

Thikanmajura            36

Jullundur           61

Umritsur                59

Lahore              35

Gugerwalla          39

Goojerat                30

Bimber              27

Serai Saidabad      12

Nowshera                11

Chungas             11

Rajaori             12

Thanna              12

Burrumgulla         11

Poshana             6

Peer Punjal         9

Poshana             9

Aliabad             11

Heerpore                13

Shupayon                6

Ramoon              9

Sirinugger          14

Wuler               by water

Islamabad         ,,

Atchabull           6

Vernagh             11

Islamabad           15

Sirinugger          by water

Gunberbull            ,,

Kungur              11

Gundisursing            12

Soonamurg           14

Foot of the Hills   9

Pandras             24

Dras                    8

Tusgam              14

Chungun             12

Pushkoom                10


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Waka                    13

Khurboo             10

Lamieroo                12

Nurila              16

Suspul              14

Egnemo              10

Ladak               18

Chunga              18

Hemis               2

Ladak               20

Pitok               4

Egnemo              14

Suspul              10

Nurila              14

Lamieroo                16

Khurboo             12

Waka                    10

Pushkoom                13

Thambis             14

Sankoo              16

Sooroo              12

Among the Mountains 11

Ditto               14

Sucknez             11

Bragnion                14

Peer                    16

Nowbogh             9

Kukunath                10

Atchabull           8

Islamabad           6

Sirinugger          by water

Baramoula             ,,

Nowshera                8

Uree                    15

Chukothee           15

Hutteian                14

Chukar              9

Mehra               6

Dunna               6

Puttun              6

Dewul               9

Muree               11

Rawul Pindee            37

Gugerkhan           30

Jhelum              37

Goojerat                31

Gugerwalla          30

Lahore              39

Umritsur                35

Jullundur           59

Loodiana                32

Umballa             71

Kurnaul             45

Ghureekulla         36

Delhi               36

Allyghur                79

Agra                    50

Bewah               82

Ghoorsahagunge      79

Cawnpore                72

Allahabad           120


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Parts of the country not having been at the time correctly mapped,  these distances are in some instances

approximations only. 

The Religions of Cashmere and Thibet.

During all our wanderings, whether in India, Cashmere, or Thibet,  the most striking feature throughout, was

the outward display of  religion and the prominent part which religious forms of worship  take  in the

everyday life of the people. Monuments and temples  everywhere  bear testimony to the universal belief in a

Supreme Being;  and Hindoo,  Mussulman, and Buddhist alike, by numberless prayers and  frequent  offerings,

confess their desire to propitiate His power and  to  cultivate His favour. 

Every little village has its "Musjid" or "Shiwala," and everywhere,  and at all hours, votaries of the different

sects may be seen, in  the  fashion they have learnt from childhood, openly REMEMBERING,  at least,  their

Creator. 

The naked Hindoo, with loosened scalp lock and otherwise  closelyshaven  head, stands in running water, and

with his face  upturned to the sun  apostrophises the Divine Essence, whose qualities  and attributes he has

alone been taught to recognise, through the  numberless incarnations  of his degenerate creed. Five times a day

the  Mussulman kneels in  open adoration of his Maker, and, doffing his  slippers, repeats, with  forehead to the

ground, the formula laid down  for him by the only  Prophet he has learnt to believe in. The Buddhist,  too,

mutters his  "Um mani panee" at every turn, and keeps his praying  wheel in endless  motion, with entire

confidence in its mystic virtues,  and fullest  faith in the efficacy of those forms which he has thus  been taught

to follow from his cradle. 

Each worships after the fashion of his fathers before him, and  each,  by the dim illumination of his own

particular light, fancies  himself  upon the true path, and is able plainly to perceive his  neighbour  groping in

the outer darkness. 

Seeing all this, and turning in imagination to other lands, it is  curious to consider that the Church which

possesses the only Lamp  of  Truth, and who by the help of its light pronounces all these  zealous  worshippers

alike, to be but "Infidels and Turks," and  says to all, in  language not quite so polite as that of Touchstone,

"Truly, shepherds,  ye are in a parlous state," herself makes no such  public demonstration  of her faith. To an

Eastern infidel travelling  in the West, she would  even appear, to outward eye, a tenfold greater  infidel than

her  neighbours. Except on one day in seven, he would  seldom find a place  of public worship open to his gaze,

while the Name  which he himself  has learned to reverence to such a degree that every  scrap of paper  that

might chance to bear it, is sacred in his eyes,  he might hear a  thousand times, and perhaps not once in

adoration;  and while it  commences every action of his own life he would there  find it utterly  excluded from

its accustomed place. Even the form of  parting  salutation, which in almost all lands  Infidel and Heretical

  greets him in the name of God, would, in Protestant England, fall  upon  his ear with no such signification.

While the benighted Hindoo  greets  his parting neighbour to the present day with "Khuda Hafiz"   God the

Preserver  the Englishman's "Goodbye," like wellworn coin,  has  changed so much by use, that now, no

stranger could discern in it  any  trace whatever of the image with which it was originally stamped. 

And although the comparison between the apparent creeds of East  and West is truly that between a very large

proportion of faithful  professors of a false religion and, to outward eye, a similarly  large  proportion of

unfaithful followers of the true religion, it is  interesting to form some idea of the different systems which

have  existed for so many ages, and which, though proved alike by reason  and revelation to be of human

origin and unequal to the wants of  human nature, have yet maintained their influence to the present day,  and

hold among their votaries still such zealous worshippers of an  unknown God. 


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The oldest of all these religions appears to be that of the  Hindoos. The Vedas, or Scriptures, date as far back

as the Books of  Moses, 1100 B.C.; and previously even to their then being committed  to writing by the Sage

Vyasa, they are believed to have been preserved  for ages by tradition. The primary doctrine of the Vedas is

the Unity  of God. There is, they say, "but one Deity, the Supreme Spirit, the  Lord of the Universe, whose

work is the universe." "Let as adore the  supremacy of that divine Sun, the Godhead, who illuminates all, who

recreates all, from whom all proceed, to whom all must return, whom  we invoke to direct our understandings

aright in our progress towards  His holy seat. What the sun and light are to this world, that are the  Supreme

Good and Truth to the intellectual and invisible universe;  and as our corporeal eyes have a distinct perception

of objects  enlightened by the sun, thus our souls acquire certain knowledge by  meditating on the light of truth

which emanates from the Being of  beings; that is the light by which alone our minds can be directed  to  the

path of beatitude." 

Every Brahmin must pray at morning and evening twilight in some  unfrequented place, near pure water, and

must bathe daily; he  must  also daily perform five sacraments, viz., studying the Vedas,  making  oblations to

the manes of the departed, giving rice to living  creatures, and receiving guests with honour. As to the doctrine

of  a  future state, they believe in the transmigration of the soul, but  that  between the different stages of

existence it enjoys, according to  merit or demerit, years and years of happiness in some of the heavens,  or

suffers torments of similar duration in some of the hells. The  most wicked, however, after being purged of

their crimes by ages of  suffering, and by repeated transmigrations, may ascend in the scale  of being until they

finally enter heaven and attain the highest reward  of all good, which is incorporation with the Divine Essence. 

Like more enlightened systems of religion, the Hindoo faith has  degenerated from the purity originally

inculcated. The Monotheism,  though still existing, has been almost smothered by a system of  innumerable

incarnations; by means of which the attributes of an  unseen  Deity were to be brought to the understandings of

the ignorant;  and,  as might be expected, the hidden symbol has been almost lost in  the  tangible reality. The

later Scriptures, or Puranas, are believed  to  have been compiled between the eighth and sixteenth centuries,

A.D.;  and though still upholding the existence of a Supreme Being, by  whom  all things are composed, they

introduce a variety of incarnations  and divinities almost innumerable. Of these, the three principal are

Brahma, Vishnu, and Siva, representing respectively the creating,  preserving, and destroying principles; and

their wives, Sereswutee,  Lukshmee, and Dewee. These latter are the active powers which develop  the

principles represented by the triad. The divinity most commonly  portrayed however, though not publicly

worshipped, is Gunesh. Almost  every dwelling has her effigy rudely painted over the entrance; and  she  is

invoked at the beginning of all undertakings, and is the  remover of  all difficulties. Her peculiar appearance is

accounted for  by the fact  of her having been killed at an early period of life by  Siva, who cut  off her head,

and, afterwards relenting, replaced it  with the first  that happened to come to hand, which turned out to be  an

elephant's! 

Gunesh was produced by the intense wishes of Dewee, and is now  appealed  to at the commencement of

almost every act in Hindoo life. 

The following invocation to this "household god" will give some  idea  of the position she holds in public

estimation. It is taken from  the  "Prem Sagur," or Ocean of Love, a history of the life of Krishna,  a son of

Vishnu, who, with Siva and Dewee, or Mahadewee, monopolises  almost the entire public respect and

adoration:  

"Oh elephantfaced Deity, obviator of difficulties, of exalted fame

resplendent,

Grant as a boon, pure language, wisdom, and felicity may be much

promoted.

Thou on whose two celestial feet the world is gazing, worshipping

both day and night,

O mother of the universe, grant unto me, remembering thee, true skill


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and utterance."

The "Ocean of Love" gives a full account of the various  incarnations  of Krishna, the favourite divinity of the

Hindoos, and  opens with  the scene of his birth. Kans, his uncle, has placed guards,  in order  that the child may

be killed at his first appearance, it  having been  predicted that Kans himself is to fall by the hands of  Krishna.

The  Cashmerian artist  whose powers of colouring were his  chief  recommendation  has depicted the

moment when Vasadeo and  Devakee,  the father and mother, viewing Krishna, with longdrawn  sighs, both

begin to say, "If, by some means, we could send away this  child, then  it would escape the guilty Kans."

Vasadeo says, "Without  destiny none  can preserve him; the writing of Fate, that only will be  accomplished." 

Destiny being propitious, the guards fall asleep upon their posts,  as shown in the accompanying design, and

another child is substituted  for Krishna. He is afterwards brought up as a herdsman, and spends  his childhood

among the milkmaids of Braj, upon whom he plays all  sorts of tricks. "One day the divine Krishna played

upon the flute  in  the forest, when, hearing the sound of the instrument, all the  young  women of Braj arose in

confusion, and hastened and assembled  in one  place. The darkblue Krishna, with body of the hue of clouds,

stood in  the midst; and such was the beauty of the fair ones, as they  sported,  that they resembled golden

creepers growing from beneath a  blue  mountain!" 

The description of the state of the world, on Krishna's appearance,  is given by the saintly Shukadeo to King

Parikshah  "O King, at the  time of the divine Krishna appearing, in the minds of all such joy  arose, that not

even the name of grief remained. With joy the woods  and groves began to bear fruits and flowers, their

verdure still  increasing. The rivers, streams, and lakes were filled with water,  and upon them birds of every

kind were sporting; and, from city to  city, from house to house, from village to village, rejoicings were

celebrated. The Brahmins were performing sacrifice; the Regents of  the ten divisions of the horizon rejoiced.

Clouds were moving over  the circuit of Braj. The deities, seated in their cars, rained down  flowers; the

holders of the magic pill, the celestial musicians, and  heavenly bards, continually sounding drums,

kettledrums, and pipes,  were singing the praises of the divine virtues; and, in one direction,  Urvasee, and all

the celestial dancers, were dancing. In such a time,  then, on Wednesday, the eighth day of the dark half of the

month  Bhadon, at midnight, while the moon was in the mansion of Rohanee,  the divine Krishna was born, of

the colour of clouds, moonfaced and  lotuseyed, with a girdle of yellow cloth passing round his loins,

wearing a crown, and arrayed in a necklace of five jewels, produced  from the elements of nature, and with

ornaments set with gems, in a  fourarmed form, sustaining the shell, the quoit, the mace, and the  lotus he

presented himself." 

Krishna afterwards espouses a fair lady, of the name of Rukminee,  and the marriage is thus poetically

described. Rukminee has written  a  letter, filled with love, and sent it by the hand of a Brahmin, to  the  Root of

Joy, Krishna:  "The Brahmin having arrived at Duarika,  perceives that the town is in the midst of the

ocean, and on the four  sides of it there are great mountains and woods and groves, which  add  beauty to the

scene. In these were various kinds of beasts and  birds,  and the limpid lakes were filled with pure water, and

lotus  flowers  were blooming, upon which swarms upon swarms of black bees  were  humming. To the distance

of many miles orchards, containing an  endless  variety of fruit and flowers, extended; along these enclosures

betel  gardens were flourishing. The gardeners, standing at the wells,  were  singing with sweet strains; and,

working waterwheels and buckets,  were  irrigating the high and low grounds." 

Beholding this beautiful scene, and being gladdened thereby, the  Brahmin, still advancing, beholds that "on

four sides of the city  are  very lofty ramparts, with four gateways, in which foldingdoors,  inlaid with gold,

are fixed, and, inside the city, houses of five  and  six stories high, of silver and gold, adorned with jewels, so

lofty as  to converse with the sky, are glittering. Their minarets  and pinnacles  are gleaming like lightning, and

banners and pennons  of many colours  are fluttering. The warm fragrance of perfumes was  issuing from

windows, airholes, and lattices. At every door were  placed pillars of  the plantaintree, with fresh shoots,

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was sounding. From place to place, the  recital of the Puranas and  discourse about Krishna was kept up. The

eighteen classes were  dwelling in case and tranquillity." 

On hearing the Brahmin's message, the warder says:  " 'Great  sir, be pleased to enter the palace; the divine

Krishna reposes,  in  front of you, on a throne.' Krishna, descending, bows to him,  and  shows him much

respect, and those attentions which a man would  show to  his friend. Having applied fragrant unguents, and

caused  him to be  bathed and washed, he partakes of food, possessing the six  flavours.  Afterwards he gave

him the betel leaf, made up with areca  nut, spices,  and chunam; and having perfumed his body with saffron

and sandal wood  oil, and arranged his dress, and put upon him a  necklace of flowers,  he conducted him into a

palace adorned with  jewels, and caused him to  repose in a fair curtained bed, studded with  gems." After

sleeping  profoundly, the Brahmin awakes, and relates his  mission. Krishna goes  to claim his bride, and orders

his charioteer,  Darak, to prepare his  chariot. Darak quickly yokes four horses. Then  the divine Krishna,

having ascended, and seated the Brahmin, departs  from Duarika to  Kundalpore. On coming forth from the

city, behold! "on  the right hand  herds upon herds of deer are moving, and in front,  a lion and lioness,  carrying

their prey, are advancing, roaring." 

Having seen this auspicious event, the Brahmin, having mentally  reflected, said, "Sire, from beholding, at this

time, this good  omen,  it appears to my mind that, just as these are advancing,  having  accomplished their

object, just so you will return, having  effected  yours." Arrived at Kundalpore, he finds preparations made  for

the  marriage: 

"Swept were the streets, the crossings o'ercanopied, and with  perfumes  sprinkled and sandal oil;  Clusters

were formed of flowers of  white and of red, and interspersed  with cocoanuts of gold.  The green  foliage,

fruits, and flowers, were in profusion, and from  house to  house flowering wreaths.  Banners and pennons and

flowers, in golden  tissues, were suspended,  and wellfashioned vessels of gold  And in  every house reigned

joy!" 

"As for Rukminee, with agitated frame, she gazed in every  direction,  as the moon is dimmed by the morn.

Extreme anxiety showed  in the  heart of the fair one; she gazed, standing in a lofty balcony;  her  frame was

agitated, her heart most sad; she drew deep sighs.  While,  through distress, tears rain from her eyes, she says,

"Why has  not  Krishna arrived?" When the marriageday dawns, she sends, by a  Brahmin,  to Krishna:

"Receptacle of favour,  When two hours of the  day remain  I shall go to perform worship in the temple of

Dewee, to  the east of  the city." Her companions and attendants, arriving, first  filled a  square place in the

courtyard with pearls, and spread a seat  of gold  set with pearls, on which they caused Rukminee to sit, and

anointed  her with oil by the hands of seven married women whose  husbands  were alive. Afterwards, having

rubbed her with fragrant  paste, they  adorned her with sixteen ornaments, and put on her twelve  trinkets,  and

having arrayed her in a red boddice they seated her,  fully  adorned. Then the young Rukminee, accompanied

by all her  handmaidens,  went, with the sound of music, to perform her devotions.  Screened by  a curtain of

silk, and surrounded by crowd upon crowd of  companions,  she appeared among the swarthy group who

accompanied her  as beautiful,  as amid dark blue clouds, the moon with its company of  stars!" 

Having arrived at the temple of Dewee, the royal maiden, having  washed  her hands and feet and sipped

water, proceeded to offer sandal  oil,  unbroken grains of rice, flowers, incense, lamps, and consecrated  food,

and with earnest faith performed the worship of Dewee according  to  the prescribed ritual. 

"After which she fed women of the Brahmin caste with delectable  food,  and having attired them in fair

garments, she drew a mark on  their  foreheads with a mixture of rice, alum, turmeric, and acid, and  having

caused to adhere some unbroken grains of rice, she received  their benediction. Hearing from an attendant that

Krishna has  arrived, the Princess is filled with ecstatic delight, so that she  cannot contain herself; and leaning

on the arm of an attendant, in a  graceful attitude, remains slightly smiling, in such a manner that no

description can express her beauty. The guards become fascinated and  remain immoveable. With trembling


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frame and coy of heart she finally  departs with Krishna." 

The domestic life and appearance of Krishna and Rukminee is still  further characteristically described in the

imaginative pages of the  "Ocean of Love:"  "Once on a time, in a palace of gold, studded with  jewels, a

gemadorned bedstead, with curtains, was spread, on which a  bedding white as foam, and adorned with

flowers, with pillows for the  cheek and for the head, continued to exhale perfumes. On all four  sides  of the

bed vessels containing camphor, rosewater, saffron,  sandal  oil, and other ingredients, were placed; various

kinds of  marvellous  pictures were delineated on the walls on all sides. In  recesses, here  and there, flowers,

fruits, sweetmeats, and confections  were placed,  and all that could be required for enjoyment was at hand.

Clothed in  a petticoat and a full loose robe of dazzling splendour,  embroidered  with pearls, and a sparkling

boddice, and a long refulgent  wrapper,  and wearing a glittering veil, covered with ornaments from  head to

foot; with red lines drawn across the forehead, having a  nosering of  the largest pearls, ornaments for the

head, earrings,  ornamental line  at the parting of the hair, marks between the  eyebrows, ornaments for  the ears

and forehead, a necklace composed of  circular pieces of gold,  a string of gold beads and coral, a breast

ornament, a necklace of five  strings and of seven, a pearl necklace,  double and triple bracelets  of nine gems,

armlets, wristlets, and  other kinds of fastenings for  the arm; bangles, seals; seal rings, a  girdle of bells, rings

for the  great toe, toe ornaments, anklets, and  other ornaments of all kinds  studded with jewels; the

moonfaced,  tulipcomplexioned, gazelleeyed,  birdvoiced, elephantgaited,  slimwaisted, divine

Rukminee, and the  cloudcoloured, lotuseyed  Krishna, ocean of beauty, splendour of  the three worlds, root

of joy,  wearing a diadem like the crest of a  peacock, and a necklace of forest  flowers, a silken robe of yellow

hue, and a scarf of the same, were  reposing, when, all of sudden,  the divine Krishna said to Rukminee,

'Listen, fair one,' " 

Krishna afterwards takes 16,100 wives, and always at early dawn,  one would wash his face, another would

apply a fragrant paste to  his  body, another would prepare for him and give him to eat food of  six  flavours,

another would make nice betel, with cloves, cardamums,  mace,  and nutmegs, for her beloved. "Each

produced a daughter fair as  Rukminee; each ten sons, brave sons were they! 161,000 and all alike,  such were

the sons of Krishna!" 

Such is part of the history of the favourite divinity of the  benighted  Hindoo as related in the flowery pages of

the "Ocean of  Love," and  the history may be, more or less, read in the everyday  scenes of  Indian life which

pass around one. 

The description of Rukminee, strange as it is, corresponds with  many  other fair portraits in the Hindee;

witness that of "Oonmadinee,"  the daughter of "Rutundutt":  

"Her beauty was like a light in a dark house  her eyes were those  of a deer, her curls like female snakes,

her eyebrows like a bow,  her  nose like a parrot's, her teeth like a string of pearls, her  lips like  the red gourds,

her neck like a pigeon's, her waist like  a leopard's,  her hands and feet like a soft lotus, her face like the  moon,

with the  gait of a goose, and the voice of a cuckoo!" 

More apparent even than in the earthly nature of the Hindoo's  conception of the Divine attributes, the falsity

and the human  origin  of his Faith may be seen in the effect it produces wherever  it is  allowed to obtain

undivided sway. Combining dirt, idleness,  and  religion together, the Hindoo Fukeer, attired in the minutest

rag of  raiment, at times in none at all, wanders from place to place,  and  with long and matted hair, bloodshot

haggard eyes, and scowling  visage, fancies himself upon the path which leads direct to Paradise. 

Attenuated to the last degree, he suffers all extremes of heat and  cold, sleeps upon a bed of ashes, and sits

moodily beneath the burning  midday sun, lives on charity while scorning usually to ask for alms,  and bears

the reputation of a saint while reducing himself to the  very level of the beasts that perish. 


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Something of the cheerful feelings which actuate these religious  mendicants may be found in the following

passage:  "He may be  called a wise 'Jogee,' or 'Fukeer,' who has dried up the reservoir  of  hope with the fire

of austere devotion, and who has subdued his  mind,  and kept the organs of sense in their proper place; and

this  is the  condition of persons in this world, that their bodies undergo  dissolution, their heads shake, and

their teeth fall out. When men  become old, they walk about with sticks, and it is thus that time  passes away.

Night succeeds day, and year succeeds month, and old  age  succeeds childhood, and we know not who we are

ourselves, and  who  others are; one comes and another departs; and at last all living  creatures must depart.

And, behold! night passes away, and then day  dawns; the moon goes down and the sun rises; thus does youth

depart,  and old age comes on, and thus Time pursues his course: but although  man sees all these things, he

does not become wise. There are bodies  of  many kinds, and minds of many kinds, and affections or

fascinations  of  many kinds, and Brahma has created wickedness of many kinds; but a  wise  man, having

escaped from these, and having subdued hope and  avarice,  and shaved his head, and taken a stick and

waterpot in his  hands,  having subjugated the passion of love and anger, and become a  'Jogee,'  who wanders

and travels about with naked feet to places of  pilgrimage,  obtains final liberation. And, behold, this world is

like  a dream." 

The derivation of the word "Fukeer," and an illustration of the  disposition of the mendicant race, is given in a

Persian tale,  called  the "Four Dervishes." The story was originally narrated to  amuse a  king of Delhi, who

was sick, and was afterwards DONE into  Hindostanee  by a Mussulman author, who styles himself, "This

wicked  sinner, Meer  Ammun of Delhi." 

The speaker, a certain prince, who aspires to the title of  "generous,"  has built a lofty house, with forty high

and spacious  doors, where, at  all times, from morning to evening, he gives rupees  and gold mohurs[35]  to the

poor and necessitous, and whoever asks for  anything he satisfies  him. "One day a Fukeer came to the front

door  and begged. I gave him  a gold mohur; again he came to a second door,  and asked for two gold  mohurs. I

passed over the matter, and gave him  two gold mohurs. 

"In this manner he came to every door, and asked for an additional  gold mohur each time, and I gave him

according to his request. Having  come to the fortieth door, and received forty gold mohurs, he came  in  again

by the first door, and begged afresh. 

"This appeared to me a very bad action on his part. I said to him,  'O avaricious man! what sort of mendicant

art thou, who knowest not  the  three letters of "Fukur" (POVERTY), according to which a Fukeer  should  act?'

The Fukeer said, 'Well, O liberal person, do you explain  them to  me.' I replied, 'The three letters are F, K, and

R. From F  comes "faka"  (FASTING); from K, "kinaut" (CONTENTMENT); and from R  comes "reeazut"

(ABSTINENCE). He is not a Fukeer in whom these  qualities are not. Oh,  avaricious creature! you have taken

from forty  doors, from one gold  mohur to forty. Calculate, therefore, how many  you have received. And,  in

addition to this, your avarice has brought  you again to the first  door. Expend what you have received, and

return  and take whatever you  ask for. A Fukeer should take thought for one  day; on the second day  there will

be some fresh bestower of alms.'  Having heard this speech of  mine, he became angry and dissatisfied,  and

threw all he had received  from me on the ground, and said,  'Enough, father; be not so warm;  take all your

presents back again. Do  not again assume the name of  "Liberal." You cannot lift the weights of  liberality.

When will you  arrive at that day's journey?' 

"When I heard this I was alarmed, and with many solicitations asked  him to forgive my fault, and to take

whatsoever he wished. He would  not accept my gifts at all, and went away saying, 'If you were now  to  offer

me your whole kingdom I would not receive it from you.' " 

This studied indifference about a matter of more than a thousand  pounds, though perhaps not often exercised

upon so large a scale, is  just that which these wandering fanatics display towards every  offering  they receive,

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poverty and  suffering is no mockery, as was that of the wellfed  "monks of old,"  whose reasonings were

something similar on religious  points. 

The Fukeer soliloquizes: "The condition of our being born is, that  our griefs are many and our pleasures few,

because this world is the  root of misery. What happiness, therefore, has man? If any man should  climb to the

top of a tree, or sit down on the summit of a hill, or  remain concealed in water, yet death does not allow him

to escape. At  the most, man's age is a hundred years, half of which passes away in  night, half of the other half

is expended in childhood and old age;  the remainder is spent in altercation, separation from those we love,

and affliction, and the soul is restless as a wave of the sea. No  one  who has come into the world has escaped

from affliction. It  is vain to  fix one's affections on it, and therefore it is best to  cultivate and  practise religion."

And so, as a remedy for the evil  which he has  discovered to exist upon the earth, and to work out a  successful

escape from it, he sits himself down in dust and ashes,  and, mistaking  the signpost, adopts the path which

leads him furthest  from the point  he wishes to arrive at. 

As the Hindoo is the most ancient of religions, so the Buddhist  is  the one which is professed by the largest

portion of the human  race.  It is the religion of Burmah, Ceylon, China, Siam, Thibet, and  Russian  Tartary,

and is computed to claim as many as three hundred  and  sixtynine millions among its Votaries.[36]

"Gautama," or "Sakya  mounee," its founder, was born in Bengal about the seventh century  before Christ. Yet

India at present contains no modern temples of its  worship, and no native of India, that I have ever met, knew

anything  of its founder, or was even acquainted with the term "Buddha," or  "Buddhist." Its doctrines are the

most curious of those that have  ever been promulgated, and appear even now to be scarcely understood  in all

their ramifications. According to original Buddhism, there is  no Creator, nor being that is selfexistent and

eternal. The great  object is the attainment, in this life, of complete abstraction from  all worldly affairs and

passions, and the ultimate result, of entire  annihilation. Like the Hindoo, the Buddhist believes in

transmigration  of souls, and until utter annihilation is reached, he is doomed to  shift his earthly tenement,

from form to form, according to the deeds  done in the flesh. It is, therefore, the great object of all beings,  who

would be released from the sorrows of successive birth, to seek  the destruction of the moral cause of

continued existence, that is,  the cleaving to existing objects or evil desire. It is only possible  to  accomplish

this end by attending to a prescribed course of  discipline,  and by fixing the mind upon the perfections of

Buddha.  Those who after  successive births have entirely destroyed all evil  desires are called  "Rahuts," and

after death the Rahut attains  "Nirwana," or ceases to  exist. The actual meaning of the word "Rahut,"  is

"Tranquillity,"  and it appears to be the same word which is used on  a small scale,  to express the soothing

qualities of that farfamed  Eastern sweetmeat,  the Rahutlukma, or "Morsels of tranquillity." 

The Buddhas themselves are beings who appear after intervals of  time inconceivably vast. Previous to their

reception of the state,  they pass through countless phases of being, at, one time appearing  in human form, at

another as a frog, or fish, in each of which  states  they acquire a greater degree of merit. 

In the birth in which they become Buddha, they are always of woman  born, and pass through infancy and

youth like ordinary mortals,  until  at the prescribed age they abandon the world and retire to the  wilderness,

where they receive the supernatural powers with which  the  office is endowed. Their highest glory is that they

receive the  wisdom  by which they can direct sentient beings to the path that  leads to the  desired cessation of

existence. 

The Buddhism of Thibet appears to be an innovation on the original  system of religion. It was introduced into

the country about the  seventh century of our era; and although Sakya mounee, who is supposed  by the

Thibetians to have lived one thousand years before Christ,  is  still believed to be the founder of the present

system, the Delai  Lama, at Lassa, is regarded as an incarnation of Buddha, and is the  supreme infallible head

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The original tenets, too, have been modified, and the modern  Scriptures  have been adapted to three different

capacities of mankind   viz. the  lowest, mean (or middle), and the highest. The principles  thus declared  are

as follows :  

"1. Men of vulgar capacity must believe that there is a God, a  future  life, and that they shall therein reap the

fruits of their  works in  this life. 

"2. Those that are in a middle degree of intellectual and moral  capacity, besides admitting the former

position, must know that every  compound thing is perishable, that there is no reality in things,  that every

imperfection is pain, and that deliverance from pain or  bodily existence is final happiness. 

"3. Those of the highest capacities, besides the above enumerated  articles, must know that, from the body to

the supreme soul, nothing  is existing by itself, neither can it be said that it will continue  always or cease

absolutely, but that everything exists by a dependant  or casual connexion."[37] 

One cause of the extension of the religion of Buddha appears to  be  the broad basis upon which admission to

the priesthood has  'been  placed. No one can become a Brahmin except by birth, but the  privileges of

becoming a Lama are open to all who are willing to  receive them upon the conditions implied in their

acceptance. The  principal duties to be attended to, by one about to become a priest,  are thus laid down: 

"He who, with a firm faith in the religion  of  Truth, believes in Buddha, shall rise before daylight, and,  having

cleaned his teeth, shall then sweep all the places appointed  to be  swept in the vicinity of the 'Vihara,' or

monastery; after  which he  shall fetch the water that is required for use, filter it,  and place  it ready for

drinking. When this is done, he shall retire  to a  solitary place, and for the space of three hours meditate on  the

obligations of his vow. The bell will then ring, and he must  reflect  that greater than the gift of 100 elephants,

100 horses, and  100  chariots, is the reward of him who takes one step towards the  place  where worship is

offered. Thus reflecting, he shall approach  the  'Dagoba,' where relics of holy men are placed, and perform

that  which  is appointed; he shall offer flowers just as if Buddha were  present in  person, meditate on the nine

virtues of Buddha with a  fixed and  determined mind, and seek forgiveness for his faults,  just as if the  sacred

relics were endowed with life. He shall then  meditate on the  advantages to be derived from carrying the

almsbowl  and putting on  the yellow robe." The injunctions on the priesthood  relative to their  abstracting

their thoughts and desires from all  earthly matters  whatever, are of the strictest nature. "The door  of the eye is

to be  kept shut. When the outer gates of the city are  left open, though the  door of every separate house and

store be shut,  the enemy will enter  the city and take possession; in like manner,  though all the  ordinances be

kept, if the eye be permitted to wander,  affection for  worldly objects will be produced." A story is told of a

priest named  Chittagutta, who resided once in a cave, upon the walls of  which the  history of Buddha was

painted "in the finest style of art." 

The cave was visited by some priests, who expressed their  admiration  of the paintings to Chittagutta, but the

devotee replied  that he had  lived there sixty years and had never seen them, nor would  he, except  for their

information, ever have become aware of their  existence. There  was near the door of his cave a spreading tree;

but  he only knew that  it was there by the fall of its leaves or flowers;  the tree itself he  never saw, as he

carefully observed the precept not  to look upwards,  or to a distance! 

The priest of Buddha must possess but eight articles: three of  these  are matters of dress; the others, a girdle

for the loins, an  almsbowl,  a razor, a needle, and a waterstrainer. The bowl receives  the food  presented in

alms; the razor is for shaving the head; the  needle  keeps his yellow wardrobe in order; and the waterstrainer

is  the  most serviceable of all, for "if any priest shall knowingly drink  water containing insects, he shall be

ejected from the priesthood." 

The Dagobas, or shrines of relics, which abound in such numbers in  Thibet, have also been found in India

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funeral pile, also vessels of stone or metal, and, occasionally,  caskets of silver and gold, curiously wrought.

"Some of these have  been  chased with a series of four figures, representing Buddha in the  act  of preaching; a

mendicant is on his right, a lay follower on his  left,  and behind the latter a female disciple." This somewhat

describes the  appearance of the stonecarved figures at the monastery  of Hemis.[38]  These caskets have been

set with rubies and chased with  the leaves  of the lotus. Besides these have also been found small  pearls, gold

buttons, rings, beads, pieces of clay and stone bearing  impressions of  figures, bits of bone, and teeth of

animals, pieces of  cloth, The  images are sometimes recumbent, at other times standing  upright,  with the hand

uplifted in the act of giving instruction.  Sometimes  they have three heads and six or more arms. 

In order to form clear and accurate ideas of the religion of  Buddha,  it would be necessary to study a vast

number of volumes, some  of them  contradictory and of very doubtful authority, and the result  would  appear

hardly to compensate for the trouble, so altered has  modern  Buddhism become from ancient, and into so

many different  systems  has it been divided in the many different countries in which  it is  professed. Among its

doctrines there is much that is virtuous  and  true. It preaches benevolence and goodwill towards men, but

enjoins no  active efforts to prove the sincerity of such goodwill. It  requires  its members to "confess their sins

with a contrite heart, to  ask  forgiveness of them, and to repent truly, with a resolution not to  commit such

again. To rejoice in the moral merit and perfection of  human beings, and to wish that they may attain

beatitude; further,  to  pray and exhort others to turn the wheel of religion, that the  world  may be benefited

thereby." Its general aim seems to be to  overcome all  emotions and preferences of the mind, and all that

would  disturb its  repose and quiet. It seeks to destroy the human passions  and not to  regulate them; and with

faith in Buddha only as its aid,  it succeeds  about as well as might have been anticipated. 

Between these two religions of Brahma and Buddha, that of the  "Jains"  sprang up, apparently a heresy from

both. It has nearly died  out  in India, though many ruins of its temples remain. The Jains agree  with the

Buddhists as to the transmigration of souls, and carry  their  respect for life to the still greater extent, that

besides a  strainer  to remove all animalculae from the water they imbibe, they  carry a  broom to sweep away

the insects from their path. They differ  from the  Brahmins in repudiating their minor incarnations and gods,

as the  following translation will serve to show:  "A rajah, of the  name of  Gondshekur, had a minister,

Abhuechund, who converted him to  the Jain  religion. He prohibited the worship of Vishnu, and all gifts  of

cows,  land, and balls of flour and rice, and would not allow any one  to  carry away bones to the Ganges. One

day the minister began to say,  'O  great king, be pleased to listen to the judgments and explanations  of

religion: Whosoever takes another's life, that other takes his life  in  another world. The birth of a man after he

has again come into the  world does not escape from this sin; he is born again and again, and  dies again and

again. For this reason it is right for a man, who has  been born in the world, to cultivate religion. Behold!

Brahma, Vishnu,  and Mahadeo, being under the influence of love, anger, and  fascination,  descend upon the

earth in various ways; but a cow is  superior to them  all, for it is free from anger, enmity, intoxication,  rage,

avarice,  and inordinate affection, and affords protection to the  subject; and  her sons also behave kindly to,

and cherish the animals  of the earth,  and therefore all the gods and sages regard the cow with  respect. For  this

reason, it is not right to regard the gods  in  this world,  respect the cow. It is virtuous to protect all animals,

from the  elephant to the ant, and from beasts and birds to man. In the  world  there is no act so impious as for

men to increase their own  flesh by  eating the flesh of other creatures. They who do not  sympathise in the

griefs of animated beings, and who kill and eat  other animals, do not  live long on the earth, and are born

lame,  maimed, blind, dwarfs, and  humpbacked,  and it is a great sin to drink  wine and eat flesh;  wherefore to

do so is improper. The minister,  having thus explained  his sentiments to the rajah, converted him to  the Jain

religion,  so that he did whatever the minister said, and no  longer paid any  respect to Brahmins, Fukeers,

Jogies, Dervishes, and  carried on  his government according to this religion." 

Next among the religions of the East, whose outward observances so  forcibly attract attention, comes that of

the Moslem  "The  marvellous  reformation wrought by Mahomet and the Koran in the  manners, morals,

and religious feelings of so many millions." 


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Mahomet, in truth, although "THE False Prophet," would appear to  have been a considerable benefactor to

his species. The Arabs,  at the  time of his birth, were sunk in idolatry and the worship  of the stars,  while their

morals were under no control either of  law or religion.  The Prophet's aim appears, in the first instance,  to

have been, to  secure a system of orderly government, and at the  same time to gain,  for his own family, a

dignity which should be  exalted beyond all fear  of competitionthe dignity of lordship over  the holy city of

Mecca.  This was then held under no higher tenure  than the sufferance and  caprice of the Arab tribes. To

perpetuate  this lordship by assuming an  hereditary and inviolable pontificate  was Mahomet's first idea, and at

a banquet given to the whole of his  kinsmen he revealed his scheme.  They, however, rejected his appeal,  and

he then proclaimed himself as  an apostle to all, and setting  aside existing forms and traditions  proceeded to a

higher flight of  ambition. For election by blood, he  substituted election of God;  and assuming a direct

revelation from on  high, he, by force of an  ardent and ambitious will, carried out his  project even at Mecca

itself, where, to all who visited his shrine, he  preached without  distinction. From the powerful opposition

brought  against him, Mahomet  was at last obliged to fly; but before doing so,  and casting off the  high

position he held among his own tribe and  kinsmen, he assembled  his followers together on a mountain near

Mecca,  and there, without  distinction of blood or calling, he enrolled them  as equal followers  in one

community, and entered with them into a  solemn and binding  agreement. "That night Mahomet fled from

Mecca to  Medina, and then  took its rise a pontificate, an empire, and an era."  This hegira, or  "flight," is

believed to have occurred on the 19th  June, A.D. 622[39]  but has been variously stated; it is, however, the  era

now in general  use among no less than one hundred and sixty  millions of people. 

Although himself an undoubted impostor, and the Koran a manifest  forgery, Mahomet would appear to

deserve a larger share of  appreciation, or at least of charitable judgment, than he usually  receives. 

"He was one richly furnished with natural endowments, showing  liberality to the poor, courtesy to every one,

fortitude in trial,  and,  above all, a high reverence for the name of God. He was a  preacher of  patience, charity,

mercy, beneficence, gratitude,  honouring of parents  and superiors, and a frequent celebrator of  Divine

praise." The great  doctrine of the Koran is the Unity of God,  and in this creed Mahomet  himself seems to

have been a sincere  believer. "Its design was to  unite the professors of the three  different religions then

followed in  Arabia  who for the most part  were without guides, the greater number  being idolaters, and the

rest  Jews and Christians, mostly of erroneous  and heterodox belief  in  the knowledge and worship of one

eternal  and invisible God, and to  bring them to obedience of Mahomet as the  only prophet and ambassador  of

the truth." The "fatiha," or opening  chapter of the Koran, is said  to contain the essence of the whole,  and

forms part of the daily  prayers of all zealous Mussulmans. It  commences with the formula  pronounced at the

beginning of their  reading on all occasions whenever  an animal is slaughtered for food,  and upon the

undertaking of all  important actions whatever: 

"In the name of God, the merciful, the compassionate. Praise  be to  God, the Lord of the Creation, the

allmerciful, the  allcompassionate! Ruler of the day of reckoning! 

"Thee we worship, and Thee we invoke for help. Lead us in the  straight  path  the path of those upon whom

thou hast been gracious,  not of  those that are the objects of wrath or that are in error." 

The Moslem faithful pray five times in the twentyfour hours: in  the  morning before sunrise, at noon, before

sunset, after sunset, and  before the first watch of the night: and that these observances were  not originally

instituted merely that their prayers might be seen  before men, would appear from the injunction which lays

down that  "what is principally to be regarded in the duty of prayer, is the  inward disposition of the heart,

which is its entire life and spirit,  the most punctual observance being of no avail if performed without

devotion, reverence, attention, and hope." 

Prayer was held by Mahomet to be the "pillar of religion" and the  "key of paradise," and in the performance

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either pride or arrogance. 

Its observance, however, at five stated times appears to be nowhere  mentioned in the Koran, although the

custom is now an essential part,  and the most noticeable and characteristic feature of Mahomedanism. 

Saints and sinners join equally in the form. A crime just  committed,  or one in immediate contemplation, in no

way interferes  with the  "fivetime prayers," and the neglect of them amounts to an  abnegation  of the Faith.

The summons to prayer was originally only one  sentence,  "To public prayer." Mahomet, however, afterwards

bethought  himself  that a more elaborate and striking call would be an  improvement,  and the present "Azzan,"

or call to prayer, was  introduced. 

While the matter was under discussion, Mahomet being unable to  decide  upon any suitable form, a certain

Abdallah dreamed that he met  a man  arrayed in green raiment carrying a bell. Abdallah sought to buy  it,

thinking it would just suit the Prophet for assembling together  the  Faithful. The stranger, however, replied, "I

will show you a  better  way than that; let a crier call aloud  

"Great is the Lord! great is the Lord!  I bear witness that there  is no God but the Lord;  I bear witness that

Mahomet is the Prophet of  God!  Come unto prayer, come unto happiness   God is great! God is  great!

There is no God but the Lord!" 

Mahomet, learning the particulars of Abdallah's dream, believed it  to  have been a vision from on high, and

sent his servant forthwith to  execute the Divine command. Ascending to the top of a lofty house,  this first of

established Muezzins, on the earliest appearance of  light, startled all around from their slumbers with the

newlyadopted  call, adding to it, "Prayer is better than sleep! Prayer is better  than sleep!" And ever since, at

the customary five hours, have his  successors thus summoned the people to their devotions. 

Concerning the future state, the Mahomedan believes that all will  be examined at the day of Judgment as to

their words and actions in  this life. 

"Their time, as to how they spent it; their wealth, by what means  they  acquired it, and how they employed it;

their bodies, wherein they  exercised them; their knowledge and learning, what use they made of  them," "They

enter Paradise, however, not by their own good works,  but by the mercy of God. At that day each person will

make his defence  in the best manner he can, endeavouring to find excuses for his own  conduct by casting

blame on others; so much so, that disputes shall  even arise between the Soul and Body. The Soul saying,

"Lord, I was  created without a hand to lay hold with, a foot to walk with, an eye  to see with, or an

understanding to apprehend with, until I came and  entered the Body : therefore punish it, but deliver me."

The Body,  on  the other side, will make this apology, "Lord, thou createdst me  like  a stock of wood, being

neither able to hold with my hand, nor to  walk  with my feet, till this Soul, like a ray of light, entered into  me,

and my tongue began to speak, my eye to see, and my foot to walk:  therefore punish it, but deliver me." Then

shall the following parable  be propounded:  "A certain king having a pleasant garden, in which  were ripe

fruits, set two persons to keep it, one of whom was blind,  and the other lame  the former not being able to

see the fruit,  nor  the latter to gather it. The lame man, however, seeing the fruit,  persuaded the blind man to

take him on his shoulders; and by that  means  he easily gathered the fruits, which they divided between them.

The  lord of the garden coming some time after, and inquiring after the  fruit, each began to excuse himself; the

blind man said he had no eyes  to see it with, and the lame man that he had no feet to approach the  trees. Then

the king, ordering the lame man to be set on the blind,  passed sentence on them both, and punished them

together. 

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Such are some few of the religious tenets of those among whom one's  lot is cast while wandering in the East.

Sunk for the most part in  ignorance, and held as infidels for wanting faith in what they never  heard, they

nevertheless attract attention chiefly by their Faith,  and by their zealous worship of the Being, whom,

although in darkest  ignorance as to His attributes and laws, their original creed would  teach them to believe

the one Eternal God. 

Some idea of the number represented by these different sects may be  derived from the following table:  

Asiatic Religions Buddhists  369,000,000  Hindoos  231,000,000  Mussulmen  160,000,000 

ChristiansRoman Catholics  170,000,000  Protestants  80,000,000  Greek Church  76,000,000 

Jews  5,000,000 

Other Religions 200,000,000[40] 

And when we reflect how great is the proportion of those who sit in  darkness, and that "even all who tread the

earth are but a handful to  the tribes that slumber in its bosom," it is but natural to consider  what our own

belief would bid us hold as to the future destiny of so  large a portion of the human family. 

At the same time, the question, "Are there few that be saved?" not  having been answered eighteen centuries

ago, would appear to be one to  which no definite reply was intended to be rendered, and which might  well be

left till now unanswered, by those who hold the religion of  Faith, Hope, and Charity. When, however, the

Church to which we belong  boldly affirms, in words which as the public profession of its faith,  should be

beyond all doubt or misconception by either friend or foe,  that none CAN be saved but those who hold the

Catholic Faith, as she  would have them hold it, then, at least, we may fairly consider the  matter so far as to

doubt whether the answer thus forced upon us is  one  which, even on such high authority, we are bound to

accept.  Before, at  least, concurring in a solution of the question which, thus  virtually  bringing it within the

limits of a simple arithmetical  calculation,  would summarily dispose of so many millions of the human  race,

we  may remember that some things have been taught as possible  which men,  and even saints, may deem

impossible; and, before  attempting to reduce  "goodwill toward men" to human and determinable  proportions,

we may  also remember that "good tidings of great joy"  were promised to ALL  people, and that they may

possibly prove  therefore to have in some way  benefited even those who have never  heard them with their

mortal ears. 

Meanwhile, in the matter of "Turks and Infidels," we may perhaps  learn  something even from an Infidel

creed, and, borrowing a  definition  from the religion of Islam, may be allowed to hold with it,  that 

"Truly to despair of the goodness of God  this is 'INFIDELITY.' " 

CHAPTER A. The Temples of Cashmere.

Extract from "An Essay on the Arian Order of Architecture, as  exhibited  in the Temples of Kashmir," by

Capt. A. Cunningham. "Journal  of the  Asiatic Society," Vol. XVII. 

The architectural remains of Kashmir are perhaps the most  remarkable  of the existing monuments of India, as

they exhibit  undoubted traces  of the influence of Grecian art. The Hindu temple is  generally a sort  of

architectural pasty, a huge collection of  ornamental fritters,  huddled together with or without keeping; while

the "Jain" temple is  usually a vast forest of pillars, made to look as  unlike one another  as possible, by some

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On the other hand, the Kashmirian fanes are distinguished by the  graceful elegance of their outlines, by the

massive boldness of their  parts, and by the happy propriety of their decorations. 

They cannot, indeed, vie with the severe simplicity of the  Parthenon,  but they possess great beauty 

different, indeed, yet  quite  their own. 

The characteristic features of the Kashmirian architecture are its  lofty pyramidal roofs, its trefoiled doorways,

covered by pyramidal  pediments, and the great width of the intercolumniations. 

Most of the Kashmirian temples are more or less injured, but more  particularly those at Wantipur, which are

mere heaps of ruins.  Speaking  of these temples, Trebeck says: "It is scarcely possible to  imagine  that the state

of ruin to which they have been reduced has  been the  work of time, or even of man, as their solidity is fully

equal to  that of the most massive monuments of Egypt. Earthquakes must  have  been the cause of their

overthrow." In my opinion, their  OVERTHROW is  too complete to have been the result of an earthquake,

which would  have simply PROSTRATED the buildings in large masses. But  the whole  of the superstructure

of these temples is now lying in one  confused  heap of stones, totally disjointed from one another. 

I believe, therefore, that I am fully justified in saying, from my  own experience, that such a complete and

DISRUPTIVE OVERTURN could  only have been produced by gunpowder. 

The destruction of the Kashmirian temples is universally  attributed, both by history and by tradition, to the

bigoted  Sikander. (A.D. 1396.) He was reigning at the period of Timur's  invasion of India, with whom he

exchanged friendly presents, and from  whom, I suppose, he may have received a present of the

VILLAINOUS  SALTPETRE. 

As it would appear that the Turks had METAL cannon at the siege of  Constantinople in 1422, I think it no

great stretch of probability to  suppose that gunpowder itself had been carried into the East, even  as  far as

Kashmir, at least ten or twenty years earlier  that is,  about  A.D. 1400 to 1420, or certainly during the reign

of Sikander,  who died  in 1416. 

Even if this be not admitted, I still adhere to my opinion, that  the  complete ruin of the Wantipur temples

could only have been  effected by  gunpowder; and I would, then, ascribe their overthrow to  the bigoted

"Aurungzib." 

"Ferishta" attributed to Sikander the demolition of all the  Kashmirian  temples save one, which was dedicated

to Mahadeo, and which  only  escaped "in consequence of its foundations being below the  surface  of the

neighbouring water." 

In A.D. 1580, "Abul Fazl" mentions that some of the idolatrous  temples were in "perfect preservation;" and

Ferishta describes many  of these temples as having been in existence in his own time, or  about A.D. 1600. 

As several are still standing, though more or less injured, it is  certain that Sikander could not have destroyed

them all. He most  likely  gave orders that they should be overturned; and I have no doubt  that  many of the

principal temples were thrown down during his reign. 

But, besides the ruthless hand of the destroyer, another agency,  less immediate, but equally certain in its

ultimate effects, must have  been at work upon the large temples of Kashmir. The silent ravages of  the

destroyer, who carries away pillars and stone, for the erection  of other edifices, has been going on for

centuries. Pillars, from  which the architraves have been thus removed, have been thrown down  by

earthquakes, ready to be set up again for the decoration of the  first Musjid that might be erected in the

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ruins of Hindu temples. 

Takt I Suliman.

The oldest temple in Kashmir, both in appearance and according to  tradition, is that upon the hill of "Takt i

Suliman," or Solomon's  Throne. It stands 1,000 feet above the plain, and commands a view of  the greater part

of Kashmir. 

The situation is a noble one, and must have been amongst the first  throughout the whole valley which was

selected as the position of  a  temple. Its erection is ascribed to Jaloka, the son of Asoka,  who  reigned about

220 B.C. 

The plan of the temple is octagonal, each side being fifteen feet  in  length. It is approached by a flight of

eighteen steps, eight feet  in width, and inclosed between two sloping walls. Its height cannot  now be

ascertained, as the present roof is a modern plastered dome,  which was probably built since the occupation of

the country by the  Sikhs. The walls are eight feet thick, which I consider one of the  strongest proofs of the

great antiquity of the building. 

Pandrethan. 

This name means the old capital, or ancient chief town. The name  has, however, been spelt by different

travellers in many different  ways. "Moorcroft" calls it Pandenthan, "Vigne" Pandrenton, and  "Hugel"

Pandriton. 

The building of this temple is recorded between A.D. 913 and 921;  and it is afterwards mentioned between

the years 958 and 972, as  having escaped destruction when the King Abhimanyu  Nerolike   set fire to

his own capital. 

As this is the only temple situated in the old capital, there can  be  very little, if any, doubt that it is the very

same building which  now exists. For as it is surrounded by water, it was, of course,  quite safe amid the fire,

which reduced the other buildings to mere  masses of quicklime. 

Baron Hugel calls the Pandrethan edifice a "Buddhist temple," and  states that there are some wellpreserved

Buddhist figures in the  interior. But he is doubly mistaken, for the temple was dedicated to  Vishnu, and the

figures in the inside have no connexion with Buddhism. 

Trebeck swam into the interior, and could discover no figures of  any  kind; but as the whole ceiling was

formerly hidden by a coating of  plaster, his statement was, at that time, perfectly correct. 

The object of erecting the temples in the midst of water must have  been to place them more immediately

under the protection of the Nagas,  or humanbodied and snaketailed gods, who were zealously worshipped

for ages through Kashmir. 

Marttand. 

Of all the existing remains of Kashmirian grandeur, the most  striking  in size and situation is the noble ruin of

Marttand. 

This majestic temple stands at the northern end of the elevated  tableland of "Matan," about three miles to

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This is undoubtedly the finest position in Kashmir. The temple  itself  is not now (1848) more than forty feet in

height, but its solid  walls  and bold outlines towering over the fluted pillars of the  surrounding  colonnade give

it a most imposing appearance. 

There are no petty confused details; but all are distinct and  massive,  and most admirably suited to the general

character of the  building. 

Many vain speculations have been hazarded regarding the date of the  erection of this temple and the worship

to which it was appropriated. 

It is usually called the "House of the Pandus" by the Brahmins,  and by the people "Mattan." 

The true appellation appears to be preserved in the latter, Matan  being  only a corruption of the Sanscrit

Marttand maartta.n.d, or the  sun,  to which the temple was dedicated. 

The true date of the erection of this temple  the wonder of  Kashmir   is a disputed point of chronology;

but the period of its  foundation  can be determined within the limits of one century, or  between A.D. 370  and

500. 

The mass of building now known by the name of Matan, or Marttand,  consists of one lofty central edifice,

with a small detached wing on  each side of the entrance, the whole standing on a large quadrangle  surrounded

by a colonnade of fluted pillars, with intervening  trefoilheaded recesses. The central building is sixtythree

feet in  length, by thirtysix in width. 

As the main building is at present entirely uncovered, the original  form of the roof can only be determined by

a reference to other  temples, and to the general form and character of the various parts  of the Marttand temple

itself. 

The angle of the roof in the Temple of Pandrethan, and in other  instances, is obtained by making the sides of

the pyramid which forms  it parallel to the sides of the doorway pediment, and in restoring  the Temples of

Patrun and Marttand I have followed the same rule. 

The height of the Pandrethan temple  of the cloistered recesses,  porch pediments, and niches of Marttand

itself  were all just double  their respective widths. This agreement in the relative proportions of  my

restored roof of Marttand with those deduced from other examples,  is a presumptive proof of the correctness

of my restoration. The  entrancechamber and the wings I suppose to have been also covered  by  similar

pyramidal roofs. There would thus have been four distinct  pyramids, of which that over the inner chamber

must have been the  loftiest, the height of its pinnacle above the ground being about  seventyfive feet. 

The interior must have been as imposing as the exterior. On  ascending  the flight of steps  now covered by

ruins  the votary of  the  sun entered a highlydecorated chamber, with a doorway on each  side  covered by a

pediment, with a trefoilheaded niche containing a  bust  of the Hindu triad, and on the flanks of the main

entrance, as  well  as on those of the side doorways, were pointed and trefoil  niches,  each of which held a

statue of a Hindu divinity. 

The interior decorations of the roof can only be conjecturally  determined, as I was unable to discover any

ornamented stones that  could with certainty be assigned to it. Baron Hugel doubts that  Marttand ever had a

roof; but, as the walls of the temple are still  standing, the numerous heaps of large stones that are scattered

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I can almost fancy that the erection of this suntemple was  suggested  by the magnificent sunny prospect

which its position  commands. It  overlooks the finest view in Kashmir, and perhaps in the  known world,

Beneath it lies the paradise of the East, with its sacred  streams and  cedarn glens, its brown orchards and green

fields,  surrounded on all  sides by vast snowy mountains, whose lofty peaks  seem to smile upon  the beautiful

valley below. The vast extent of the  scene makes it  sublime; for this magnificent view of Kashmir is no  petty

peep into  a halfmile glen, but the full display of a valley  sixty miles in  breadth and upwards of a hundred

miles in length, the  whole of which  lies beneath "the ken of the wonderful Marttand." 

The principal buildings that still exist in Kashmir are entirely  composed of a blue limestone, which is capable

of taking the highest  polish  a property to which I mainly attribute the beautiful state  of preservation in

which some of them at present exist. 

Even at first sight one is immediately struck by the strong  resemblance  which the Kashmirian colonnades

bear to the classic  peristyles of  Greece. Even the temples themselves, with their porches  and pediments,

remind one more of Greece than of India; and it is  difficult to  believe that a style of architecture which differs

so  much from all  Indian examples, and which has so much in common with  those of Greece,  could have been

indebted to chance alone for this  striking resemblance. 

One great similarity between the Kashmirian architecture and that  of  the various Greek orders is its

stereotyped style, which, during  the  long flourishing period of several centuries, remained unchanged.  In  this

respect it is so widely different from the evervarying forms  and plastic vagaries of the Hindu architecture

that it is impossible  to conceive their evolution from a common origin. 

I feel convinced myself that several of the Kashmirian forms, and  many  of the details, were borrowed from

the temples of the Kabulian  Greeks,  while the arrangements of the interior and the relative  proportions  of the

different parts were of Hindu origin. Such, in  fact, must  necessarily have been the case with imitations by

Indian  workmen,  which would naturally have been engrafted upon the indigenous  architecture. The general

arrangements would still remain Indian,  while many of the details, and even some of the larger forms, might

be of foreign origin. 

As a whole, I think that the Kashmirian architecture, with its  noble fluted pillars, its vast colonnades, its lofty

pediments,  and  its elegant trefoiled arches, is fully entitled to be classed  as a  distinct style. I have therefore

ventured to call it the Arian  order   a name to which it has a double right; first, because it  was the  style of

the Aryas, or Arians, of Kashmir; and, secondly,  because its  intercolumniations are always of four diameters

an  interval which  the Greeks called Araiostyle. 

Extract from Vigne's "Travels in Kashmir." 

The Hindu temple of Marttand is commonly called the House of the  Pandus. Of the Pandus it is only

necessary to say that they are the  Cyclopes of the East. Every old building, of whose origin the poorer  class

of Hindus in general have no information, is believed to have  been the work of the Pandus. As an isolated

ruin, this deserves, on  account of its solitary and massive grandeur, to be ranked not only  as the first ruin of

the kind in Kashmir, but as one of the noblest  among the architectural relics of antiquity that are to be seen in

any country. Its noble and exposed situation at the foot of the hills  reminded me of that of the Escurial. It has

no forest of corktrees  and evergreenoaks before it, nor is it to be compared, in point of  size, with that

stupendous building; but it is visible from as great  a distance. And the Spanish sierra cannot for a moment be

placed in  competition with the verdant magnificence of the mountainscenery  of  Kashmir. 

Few of the Kashmirian temples, if any, I should say, were  Buddhist. Those in or upon the edge of the water

were rather, I should  suppose, referable to the worship of the Nagas, or snakegods. The  figures in all the

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now  remaining. 

I had been struck with the great general resemblance which the  temple  bore to the recorded disposition of the

Ark and its surrounding  curtains, in imitation of which the Temple at Jerusalem was built;  and it became for a

moment a question whether the Kashmirian temples  had not been built by Jewish architects, who had

recommended them to  be constructed on the same plan for the sake of convenience merely. It  is, however, a

curious fact, that in Abyssinia, the ancient Ethiopia,  which was also called "Kush," the ancient Christian

churches are  not  unlike those of Kashmir, and that they were originally built in  imitation of the temple, by the

Israelites who followed the Queen  of  Sheba, whose son took possession of the throne of Kush, where his

descendants are at this moment Kings of Abyssinia. 

Without being able to boast, either in extent or magnificence,  of  an approach to equality with the temple of

the sun at Palmyra,  or the  ruins of the palace at Persepolis, Marttand is not without  pretensions  to a locality of

scarcely inferior interest, and deserves  to be ranked  with them as the leading specimen of a gigantic style  of

architecture  that has decayed with the religion it was intended  to cherish, and the  prosperity of a country it

could not but adorn. 

In situation it is far superior to either. Palmyra is surrounded by  an ocean of sand, and Persepolis overlooks a

marsh; but the temple  of  the sun in Marttand is built upon a natural platform at the foot  of  some of the noblest

mountains, and beneath its ken lies what is  undoubtedly the finest and the most PRONONCE valley in the

known  world. 

We are not looking upon the monuments of the dead. We step not  aside  to inspect a tomb, or pause to be

saddened by an elegy. The  noble  pile in the foreground is rather an emblem of age than of  mortality;  and the

interest with which we perambulate its ruins is not  the  less pleasurable because we do not know much that is

certain of  its  antiquity, its founders, or its original use. 

CHAPTER B. The Mystic Sentence of Thibet.

Explication et origine de la formule bouddhique:  "Om mani padme  houm" Par M. Klaproth. "Nouveau

Journal Asiatique." 

Les Tubetains et les Mongols ont perpetuellement cette priere dans  la bouche. Les mots de cette inscription

sont Sanscrits, et donnent  un sens complet dans cette langue. En voici la transcription en  devanagri:  

o.m ma.ni padme hu.m

"Om" est, chez les Hindous, le nom mystique de la divinite, par  lequel  toutes les prieres commencent. Cette

particule mystique  equivaut  a l'interjection, OH! prononcee avec emphase et avec une  entiere  conviction

religieuse. Mani signifie LE JOYAU; Padma LE LOTUS.  Enfin  Houm est une particule qui equivaut a notre

"AMEN." Le sens de  la  phrase est tres clair; "Om mani padme houm" signifie "OH! LE JOYAU  DANS LE

LOTUS, AMEN." Malgre ce sens indubitable, les Bouddhistes  du  Tubet se sont evertues a chercher un sens

mystique a chacune des  six  syllabes qui composent cette phrase. Ils ont rempli des livres  entiers  de ces

explications imaginaires. 

Cette formule est particuliere aux Bouddhistes du Tubet. 

Selon l'histoire de ce pays la formule Om mani padme houm, y a ete  apportee de l'Inde vers la moitie du 7e

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La legende suivante traduite du Mongol contient des details sur la  conversion du Tubet par le dieu Padma

pani,[41] et sur l'origine  des  six syllabes sacrees, Om mani padme houm. Ce dieu est appele en  Sanscrit

"Avalokites' vara" ou "le maitre qui contemple avec amour;"  ce que les Tubetains ont rendu par "le

toutvoyant aux mille mains  et  aux mille yeux:" Les Chinois on traduit le nom par "celui qui  contemple les

sous du inonde." 

"Autrefois, quand le 'GLORIEUXACCOMPLI' (Sakya mouni ou Buddh)  sejournait dans la foret 'd'Odma,'

il advint un jour, qu'etant  entoure de ses nombreux disciples un rayon de lumiere de cinq couleurs  sortit

toutacoup entre ses deux sourcils, forma un arcenciel, et  se dirigea du cote de l'Empire septentrional de

neige (Thibet). Les  regards du Bouddha suivaient ce rayon, et sa figure montra un sourire  de joie

inexprimable. Un de ses disciples lui demanda de lui en  expliquer la raison, et sur sa priere le

glorieuxaccompli lui dit: 

" 'Fils d'illustre origine! dans le pays qu'aucun Bouddha des  trois ages n'a pu convertir, et qui est rempli d'une

foule d'etres  malfaisans, la loi se levera comme le soleil et s'y repandra dans  les  temps futurs. 

" 'L'apotre de cet Empire de neige apre et sauvage, sera le  Khoutoukhtou' (Padma pani). 

"Apres que 'Sakya mouni' eut prononce ces paroles, un rayon de  lumiere,  eclatant comme un lotus blanc,

sortit de son coeur et  illumina  toutes les regions du monde et se plongea dans le coeur du  BOUDDHA

INFINIMENT RESPLENDISSANT. Alors un autre eclat de lumiere  sortit du  Bouddha resplendissant et se

plongea dans la mer des fleurs  de PADMA  (lotus), et y transmit cette pensee du Bouddha, qu'il s'en  eleverait

et qu'il en naitrait un Khoubilkhan[42] divin, destine a la  conversion  de l'Empire de neige. 

"Le Roi Dehdou qui etait parvenu a participer a la beatitude de  l'empire de Soukhawatee, voulant un jour

offrir au Bouddha un  sacrifice  des fleurs, depecha quelquesuns des siens aux bords de la  mer des  PADMA

(Lotus), pour y cueillir de ces fleurs. Ses envoyes  apercurent  dans la mer une tres grande tige de Lotus au

milieu de  laquelle il  y avait un bouton colossal entoure d'une foule de grandes  feuilles,  et jetant des rayons de

lumiere de differentes couleurs. Les  envoyes  en firent leur rapport au roi, qui, rempli d'etonnement, se  rendit

avec sa cour sur un grand radeau a la place de la mer ou se  trouvait  cette tige merveilleuse. 

"Y'etant arrive, il presenta ses offrandes et prononca la  benediction;  le bouton s'ouvrit alors des quatre cotes,

et au milieu  apparut  l'apotre de l'empire de neige, ne comme 'Khoubilkhan.' Il y  etait  assis, les jambes

croisees, avait mi visage et quatre mains; les  deux  mains anterieures etaient jointes devant le coeur, la

troisieme  de  droite tenait un rosaire de cristal, et la quatrieme a gauche une  fleur de Lotus blanche, qui

penchait vers l'oreille. 

"Sur sa figure, dont l'eclat se repandait vers les dix regions du  monde, se montrait un sourire qui penetra dans

tous les coeurs. 

"Le roi et sa suite porterent le 'Khoubilkhan' au palais, en  poussant  des cris de joie et entonnant des hymnes.

Le roi se rendit  devant le  Bouddha eternel et lui demanda la permission d'adopter pour  fils, le  'Khoubilkhan'

ne dans la mer de lotus. Mais sa demande ne fut  pas  agree et il apprit, la veritable origine de ce 'Khoubilkhan.'

Le  Bouddha infiniment resplendissant posa alors sa main sur la tete  de  celuici et dit 'Fils d'illustre origine!

Les etres qui habitent  l'apre empire de la neige, qu'aucun Bouddha des temps passes n'a pu  convertir,

qu'aucun du temps futurs ne convertira, et qu'aucun du  temps present n'a converti, le seront par la force et la

benediction  de ton voeu. C'est excellant; c'est excellant! Khoutoukhtou![43] 

" 'Aussitot que les habitans de l'apre empire de neige te verront  et qu'ils entendront le son des six syllabes

(Om mani padme houm)  ils  seront delivres des trois naissances de mauvaise nature,  et trouveront  la beatitude

par la renaissance comme etres d'une  nature superieure.  Les esprits malfaisans de l'apre empire de neige,  ainsi


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que tous les  etres donnant des maladies ou la mort, aussitot,  Khoutoukhtou, qu'ils  te verront et qu'ils

entendront le son des six  syllabes, ils  quitteront la fureur et la mechancete qui les anime,  et deviendront

compatissans. 

" 'Les tigres, les pantheres, les loups, les ours et autres animaux  feroces, aussitot, O Khoutoukhtou! qu'ils te

verront et entendront le  son des six syllabes ils adouciront leurs hurlemens, et leur fureur  sanguinaire se

changera en douceur bienveillante. Khoutoukhtou! ta  figure et le son des six syllabes rassaiseront les affames

et  calmeront  la soif des alteres; il tombera comme une pluie d'eau  benite, et  elle remplira tous leurs desirs.

Khoutoukhtou! tu es l'etre  gracieux  destine a annoncer la volonte du Bouddha a cet empire de  neige. 

" 'Selon ton example, un grand nombre de Bouddhas s'y montreront,  dans les temps futurs, et y repandront la

foi. 

" 'Les six syllabes sont le sommaire de toute doctrine et l'apre  empire de neige, sera rempli de cette doctrine

par la force de ces  six syllabes  

Om ma ni pad me houm.' 

"Apres cette consecration, le Khoutoukhtou s'agenouilla devant le  Bouddha, joignit les mains et prononca le

voeu suivant: 'Puisseje  etre en etat de pouvoir faire parvenir a la beatitude les six especes  d'etres vivans dans

les trois royaumes! Puisseje, avant tout,  conduire sur le chemin du bonheur, les etres vivans de l'empire de

neige (Thibet). 

" 'Loin de moi le desir de retourner dans mon Empire de joie, avant  d'avoir acheve l'oeuvre si difficile de la

conversion de ces etres. Si  une telle pensee, produite par le degout et la mauvaise humeur,  s'empare de moi,

que ma tete se fende en dix parties, et mon corps,  comme cette fleur de lotus, en mille.' 

"Apres ces mots, il se rendit dans le royaume de l'enfer, prononca  les  six syllabes et detruisit les peines des

enfers frois et chauds.  De  la il s'eleva au royaume des animaux, prononca les six syllabes et  detruisit la peine

que leur produit la chasse. Puis il se rendit dans  l'empire des hommes, prononca les six syllabes et detruisit la

peine  de  la naissance, de l'age, des maladies et de la mort. Il s'eleva  apres  a l'empire des genies du ciel,

prononca les six syllabes et  detruisit  l'envie qui les tourmente pour se disputer et se combattre.  Enfin,  il

aborda le grand Royaume de neige (le Tubet). 

"Ici, il apercut la mer d' 'Otang' comme un enfer terrible, et il  vit que derechef, plusieurs millions d'etres

y'etaient, bouillis,  brules, et martyrises. 

"Le Khoutouktou se rendit au bord de la mer et dit: 'Oh! que tant  de  milliers d'etres qui se trouvent dans cette

mer, ou ils souffrent  des  tourmens inexprimables par la chaleur, le froid, la faim, et la  soif,  puissent rejeter

loin d'eux leur enveloppe funeste et renaitre  dans  mon paradis commes etres superieures. Om mani padme

houm!' 

"A peine le 'Khoutoukhtou' avaitil prononce ces mots que les  tourmens  des damnes cesserent; leur esprit fut

tranquillise, et ils se  virent  transportes sur le chemin du Bouddha. Le Khoutoukhtou ayant  ainsi  rendu propres

a la delivrance les six especes des etres vivans  dans  les trois royaumes du monde, se trouva fatigue, se reposa

et  tomba  dans un etat de contemplation interieure! 

"Apres quelques temps il vit qu'a peine la centieme partie des  habitans de l'empire de neige avaient ete

conduits sur le chemin de  la delivrance. Son ame en fut si douloureusement affectee qu'il eut  le desir de

retourner dans son paradis. A peine l'avaitil concu,  qu'ensuite de ce voeu, sa tete se fendit en dix et son

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"Le Bouddha infiniment resplendissant lui apparut dans le meme  moment,  guerit la tete et le corps fendus du

Khoutoukhtou, le prit par  la main  et lui dit: "Fils d'illustre origine! Vois les suites  inevitables de  ton voeu;

mais parce que tu l'avais fait pour  l'illustration de tous  les Bouddhas, tu as ete gueri surlechamp. Ne  sois

donc plus triste,  car quoique ta tete se soit fendue en dix  pieces, chacune aura,  par ma benediction, une face

particuliere, et  audessus d'elles sera  place mon propre visage rayonnant. Cet onzieme  visage de

L'INFINIMENT  RESPLENDISSANT, place audessus de tes dix  autres, te rendra l'objet  de l'adoration. 

" 'Quoique ton corps se soit fendu en mille morceaux, ils  deviendront,  par ma benediction, mille mains qui

representeront les  mille Bouddhas  d'un age complet du monde (en sanscrit Kalpa),[44] et  qui te rendront

l'objet le plus digne d'adoration.' " 

Cette legende nous explique, non seulement l'extreme importance que  les Bouddhistes du Tubet attachent a la

formule "Om mani padme houm,"  mais elle nous demontre aussi que son veritable sens est celui que  j'ai

donne plus haut: Oh! le joyau dans le lotus; Amen! Il est evident  qu'elle se rapporte a "Avalokites' vara" ou

"Padma pani" luimeme,  qui naquit dans une fleur de lotus.[45] 

Um Mani Panee.

As will be seen by the foregoing extract from M. Klaproth's  explanation, the mystic sentence, instead of

being as I have  represented it, is in reality, "Om mani padme houm," or, in a form  of  spelling more English, if

not more intelligible, "Om muni pudmay  hoom," and the meaning, supposing its derivation from the Sanscrit

to  be beyond doubt, would, as therein translated, be, "Oh the jewel in  the  Lotus, Amen!" Almost every

traveller who has mentioned the  inscription  in question appears to have followed M. Klaproth's  pronunciation

as  above; but this, although the one actually given by  the value of  the Thibetian letters, is certainly not that in

use by  the people  among whom it is chiefly, if not alone, to be found. This I  can vouch  for, as the words were

so incessantly in the mouths of all  to whom  I applied for information, that I had ample opportunity of  hearing

and remembering their sound; and having written them on the  spot in  the Persian character, the pronunciation

would not be open to  the  misapprehension or uncertainty to which, after the sounds  themselves  had been

forgotten, the English form of spelling might have  rendered  them liable.[46] 

A form, however, different from both these, is given by one who,  with  the exception perhaps of M. Hue, had

better opportunities than  most  others for ascertaining the meaning of the words and hearing  their  actual

pronunciation: this was Captain Turner, who was nominated  by  Warren Hastings, in the year 1783, to

undertake an embassy to the  Court of Thibet, at Lassa. 

He, however, makes no mention of the Sanscrit translation above  given,  and confesses his inability to obtain,

even at the  headquarters  of Thibetian Buddhism, a satisfactory explanation of the  origin or  import of the

sentence. The following account, taken from  Captain  Turner's Report on his Mission, may be of interest, as it

explains  the circumstances under which an event so unusual as an  embassy to  the Court of Thibet was agreed

to by the Grand Lama. 

In 1772, a frontier warfare having broken out between the  "Booteas,"  dependants of Thibet, and the English

Government, in  consequence of  the aggression of the former, Teshoo Lama, at the time  regent of Thibet  and

guardian of the Delai Lama, his superior in  religious rank, united  in his own person the political authority and

the spiritual hierarchy  of the country, subservient only to the  Emperor of China. The Lama,  interested for the

safety of Bootan, sent  a deputation to Calcutta,  with a letter addressed to the governor, of  which the following

is a translation:  "The affairs of this quarter  in every respect  flourish. I am, night and day, employed in

prayers  for the increase  of your happiness and prosperity. Having been  informed, by travellers  from your

country, of your exalted fame and  reputation, my heart, like  the blossoms of spring, abounds with

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"Praise be to God that the star of your fortune is in its  ascension! Praise be to Him that happiness and ease are

the  surrounding  attendants of myself and family! Neither to molest, nor  persecute,  is my aim. It is even the

characteristic of our sect to  deprive  ourselves of the necessary refreshment of sleep, should an  injury  be done

to a single individual; but in justice and humanity, I  am  informed, you far surpass us. 

"May you ever adorn the seat of justice and power, that mankind  may, in  the shadow of your bosom, enjoy

the blessings of peace and  affluence." 

The Lama then enters into the subject of the disturbances between  his dependants and the British

Government, and concludes:  "As to  my part, I am but a Fakeer; and it is the custom of my sect, with  the

rosary in our hands, to pray for the welfare of all mankind,  and  especially for the peace and happiness of the

inhabitants of this  country; and I do now, with my head uncovered, intreat that you will  cease from all

hostilities in future. In this country the worship of  the Almighty is the profession of all. We poor creatures are

in  nothing  equal to you. Having, however, a few things in hand, I send  them to you  as tokens of

remembrance, and hope for your acceptance of  them."[47] 

The Lama being in this unusually agreeable frame of mind, the  British  Government yielded without

hesitation to his intercession. 

The governor himself readily embraced the opportunity, which he  thought the occurrence afforded, of

extending the British influence to  a quarter of the world but little known, and with which we possessed  hardly

any commercial connexion. 

In 1774 a deputation was sent to carry back an answer to the Lama,  and  to offer him suitable presents. It was

furnished also with a  variety  of articles of English manufacture, to be produced as  specimens of  the trade in

which the subjects of the Lama might be  invited to  participate. The result was, that in 1779, when the Lama

visited  the Emperor of China at Pekin, desirous of improving his  connexion  with the Government of Bengal,

he desired the British envoy  to go  round by sea to Canton, promising to join him at the capital.  The  Emperor's

promise was at the same time obtained to permit the  first  openings of an intercourse between that country and

Bengal,  through  the intermediate channel furnished by the Lama. 

The death of both the Lama and the envoy, however, which happened  nearly at the same time, destroyed the

plans thus formed. 

Soon after the receipt of the letters announcing the Lama's death,  intelligence arrived of his reappearance in

Thibet! His soul,  according  to the doctrines of their faith, had passed into and  animated the  body of an infant,

who, on the discovery of his identity  by such  testimony as their religion prescribes, was proclaimed by the

same  title as his predecessor. 

Warren Hastings then proposed a second deputation to Thibet, and  Captain Turner was accordingly

nominated on the 9th January, 1783. 

His mention of the sculptured stones and inscription is as follows:   

"Another sort of monument is a long wall, on both faces of which  near the top are inserted large tablets with

the words 'Oom maunee  paimee oom' carved in relief. This is the sacred sentence repeated  upon the rosaries

of the Lamas, and in general use in Tibet. Of the  form of words to which ideas of peculiar sanctity are

annexed by the  inhabitants, I could never obtain a satisfactory explanation. It  is  frequently engraven on the

rocks in large and deep characters,  and  sometimes I have seen it on the sides of hills; the letters,  which are

formed by means of stones fixed in the earth, are of so  vast a  magnitude as to be visible at a very considerable

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M. Hue's account of an explanation of the formula, which he  received  from the highest authority at Lassa, is

as follows:   "Living beings  are divided into six classes  angels, demons, men,  quadrupeds,  birds, and

reptiles. These six classes of beings  correspond to the  syllables of the formula, 'Om mani padme houm.'

Living beings by  continual transformations, and according to their  merit or demerit,  pass about in these six

classes until they have  attained the apex  of perfection, when they are absorbed and lost in  the grand essence

of Buddha. Living beings have, according to the  class to which they  belong, particular means of sanctifying

themselves, of rising to a  superior class, of obtaining perfection,  and of arriving in process  of time at the

period of their absorption.  Men who repeat very  frequently and devotedly 'Om mani padme houm,'  escape

falling after  death into the six classes of animate creatures,  corresponding to  the six syllables of the formula,

and obtain the  plenitude of being,  by their absorption into the eternal and universal  soul of Buddha." 

One traveller only I have been able to find who mentions the  sentence  as I have done. M. Jacquemont writes,

in his "Letters from  Cashmere  and Thibet," in 1830:  "I am returned from afar; I have  often been  very cold;

I have had a hundred and eighteen very bad  dinners: but  I think myself amply recompensed for these

transHimalayan miseries  by the interesting observations and vast  collections which I have  been able to

make in a country perfectly new.  The Tartars are a very  good sort of people. It is true that to please  them I

made myself  a little heathen after their fashion, and joined  without scruple in  the national chorus, 'Houm

mani pani houm.' " 

Judging by the system of spelling he has adopted in other instances  in  his letters, this would be nearly  as

regards the two main words    the same pronunciation as I have given. He however, in another  part,  follows

it still more closely, and at the same time shows that  he  is aware of a translation which, although probably the

true one,  has no connexion whatever with the words as he himself actually  represents them. 

He says  "In Thibet they sing a good deal also  that is, one or  two  inhabitants per square league  but

only a single song of three  words   'Oum mani pani;' which means, in the learned language, 'Oh,  diamond

waterlily!' and leads the singers direct into Buddha's  paradise. 

"But, though composed of three Thibetian words, it is evidently of  Indian origin, and I have proved it

BOTANICALLY. The lotus is a plant  peculiar to the lukewarm and temperate waters of India and Egypt.

There  is not one of its genus, or even of its family, in Thibet." 

The words, however, are not, as M. Jacquemont says, Thibetian,  but  Sanscrit; and, although one of the

characters in which they are  clothed is the current Thibetian, it would appear that neither their  true

pronunciation nor actual meaning is known to the people who thus  make such frequent use of them. 

The sentence itself is in the mouths of all. In the monastery of  Hemis  alone, probably as many as a hundred

wheels are in continual  motion,  bearing it within their folds not less than 1,700,000 times.  The very  stones by

the wayside present its wellknown characters in  countless  numbers, and the hills repeat it, and yet to those

into  whose daily  religious observances it thus so largely enters, it comes  but as  a vain and empty sound,

without either sense or signification.  The  Lamas themselves, no doubt, believe that the doctrine contained in

these marvellous words is immense, and the higher dignitaries of  the  Church may know their derivation; but,

to the great majority,  even the  mystic meaning and dim legendary history which the true  pronunciation  and

rightful origin of the words would bring to their  minds, are  unknown, and they are thus deprived of that large

amount  of comfort  and consolation which they would otherwise derive from  the glowing and  allpowerful

sentence  

"Oh, the jewel in the lotus, Amen!" 


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CHAPTER C. A Sketch of the History of Cashmere.

A Mahomedan Writer, "Noor ul deen," who begins the history of  Cashmere  with the Creation, affirms that

the valley was visited by  Adam after  the Fall; that the descendants of Seth reigned over the  country for  1,110

years; and that, after the deluge, it became peopled  by a tribe  from Turkistan. 

The Hindoo historians add, that, after the line of Seth became  extinct,  the Hindoos conquered the country,

and ruled it until the  period  of the deluge; and that the Cashmerians were afterwards taught  the  worship of

one God by "Moses;" but, relapsing into Hindoo  idolatry,  were punished by the local inundation of the

province, and  the  conversion of the valley into a vast lake. 

It would appear, from chronicles actually existing, that Cashmere  has been a regular kingdom for a period far

beyond the limits of  history in general. From the year B.C. 2666 to A.D. 1024 it seems  to  have been governed

(according to these authorities) by Princes of  Hindoo and Tartar dynasties, and their names, to the number of

about  a hundred, have been duly handed down to posterity. Of the titles of  these worthies,

"Durlabhaverddhana" and "Bikrumajeet" will perhaps  be  sufficient as specimens. During these years, the

religion seems  at  first to have been the worship of snakes, and afterwards Hindooism. 

In the reign of Asoca, about the 4th century before Christ,  Buddhism  was introduced, and after remaining for

some time, under  Tartar  princes, the religion of the country, was again succeeded by  Hindooism. 

The first Mahomedan king of Cashmere is believed to be "Shahmar,"  who came to the throne in A.D. 1341,

and during the succeeding reigns  Thibet appears to have been first subdued, and was annexed for a time  to

the kingdom. 

The next monarch, who appears notably on the stage, was "Sikunder,"  who, influenced by a certain Syud

Alee Humudanee and other religious  fanatics recently arrived in the country, began to destroy the  Hindoo

temples and images by fire, and to force the people to abjure  idolatry. Previous to this influx of zealots, the

country was in a  transition state as regards religion and Mahomedanism then began to  make some head in the

valley. 

After this period nothing of very great importance occurred in the  kingdom of Cashmere until the year 1584,

when the great Akbar summoned  the then king "Yusuf Shah" to present himself in person at the court  of

Lahore. Finding his orders not complied with, he despatched an army  of  50,000 men to enforce obedience,

and Yusuf Shah, preferring  apparently  to die than fight, delivered himself up, and was sent to  Lahore. 

The imperial army was afterwards, however, repulsed in attempting  to  subdue the country, and it was not

finally conquered for two years,  when Akbar, overcoming all resistance, took possession of the  province. 

The purity of the emperor's motives in annexing the territory, and  his opinion of his conquest, are amusingly

shown in the following  letter to his minister Abdullah Khan:  

"On the mirror of your mind, which bears the stamp of Divine  illumination, be it manifest and evident, that at

the time when my  imperial army happened to be in the territories of the Punjab,  although  I at first had no

other views than to amuse myself with  sports and  hunting in this country, yet the conquest of the enchanting

kingdom  of Cashmere, which has never yet been subdued by monarchs of  the  age, which for natural strength

and inaccessibility is unrivalled,  and which, for beauty and pleasantness, is a proverb among the most

sagacious beholders, became secretly an object of my wishes, BECAUSE  I received constantly accounts of

the tyranny of the rulers of that  region. Accordingly, in a very short time, my brave warriors annexed  that

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intentions were established  on the basis of equity, it was completely conquered. 

"I myself also visited that happy spot, the possession of which is  a fresh instance of the Divine favour, and

offered up my praise and  thanksgiving to the supreme Lord of all things. As I found myself  delighted with the

romantic bowers of Cashmere, the residence of  pleasure, I made an excursion to the mountains of that

country and  Thibet, and beheld, with the eyes of astonishment, the wonders of  the  picture of Nature." 

This visit was in A.D. 1588. 

The emperor then appears to have entered the valley by the Peer  Punjal  Pass, and to have been received with

every demonstration of joy  by  the people in whom he took such a fatherly interest. The loyalty of  his

children, however, was but shortlived, for about the year 1591  he again writes to Abdullah:  

"I must acquaint your Highness, that just at this time certain  persons,  under the predominance of an unlucky

destiny, raised an  insurrection  in Cashmere and breathed the air of rebellion and  dissatisfaction at  the bounty

of Providence. 

"As soon as the intelligence of this tumult arrived, regardless of  deluges of rain, I hastened away by forced

marches, but before the  troops could get through the passes and enter into that kingdom,  certain Omrahs,

attached to my interests, who had been obliged by  compulsion to join in that rash enterprise, availing

themselves of  an  opportunity, brought me the head of the rebel commander. 

"As my forces were near, I visited a second time that eververdant  garden, and gratified my mind and senses

with the beauties of that  luxuriant spot." 

With a view to keeping the capital in order, the Fort of Huree  Purbut  was built, about A.D. 1597, at a cost of

over 1,000,000L. 

Means were at the same time adopted of rendering the Cashmerians  less  warlike, and of breaking their

independent spirit. To effect  this,  it is generally believed in Cashmere that the Emperor Akbar  caused a

change to be made in the dress of the people. Instead of the  ancient,  wellgirdled tunic, adapted to activity

and exercise, he  introduced  the effeminate long gown of the present day, a change which  may have  led to the

introduction of the kangree, or pot of charcoal,  now used  in the valley. 

During Akbar's reign much was done towards the improvement of the  province. The country was adorned

with palaces and gardens, and  various trees and shrubs were introduced and cultivated. 

About the beginning of the seventeenth century, Akbar visited  Cashmere for the third and last time, being

succeeded, after a reign  of fiftytwo years, by his son Selim, or Jehangeer, A.D. 1605. 

Jehangeer, during the early part of his reign, visited Cashmere  many times, and the valley having been

surveyed and brought to  order  by Akbar, nothing remained for his successor but to enjoy the  delights  of the

country in company with his empress, the famous Noor  Jehan. In  1621, and in 1624, he repeated his visit,

when he built many  summerhouses and palaces at Atchabull, Shalimar, and in A.D. 1627  he  visited the valley

for the last time. He was succeeded in that  year by  Shah Jehan, who, in 1634, also visited his territories; and,

besides  improving the country by the introduction of fruittrees,  flowers,  from Cabul, he invaded Thibet, and

taking the Fort of  Ladak, annexed  the country to Cashmere. 

In 1645 he again visited the valley, and also in the following  years,  being accompanied by many poets and

savants; among the former  was  a certain Hajee Mahomet Jan, a Persian, who composed a poem on the

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scenery. He compares  the sharpness of the passes to "the swords of the Feringees," and  their tortuous ascents

to "the curls of a blackamoor's hair!" 

In 1657, Shah Jehan, being deposed by his son Aurungzib, was  confined  in the Fort of Agra for life; and in

the year 1664 the new  emperor  also paid a visit to his Cashmerian dominions. Of this  magnificent  expedition,

M. Bernier, the monarch's state physician,  gives an  amusing and detailed description, purporting to be 

"A relation of a voyage made in the year 1664, when the Great  Mogul,  AurengZebe, went with his army

from, Dehly to Lahor, from  Lahor  to Bember, and from thence to that small kingdom of Kachemere,  or

Cassimere, called by the Mogols the Paradise of the Indies,  concerning  which the author affirms that he hath

a particular history  of it,  in the Persian tongue." 

"The weighty occasion and cause of this voyage of the Emperor's,  together with an account of the state and

posture of his army,  and  some curious particulars observable in voyages of the Indies,"  are  thus given by M.

Bernier:  "Since that AurengZebe began to  find  himself in better health, it hath been constantly reported

that he  would make a voyage to Kachemere, to be out of the way of  the  approaching summer heats, though

the more intelligent sort of  men  would hardly be persuaded, that as long as he kept his father,  ChahJean

(Shah Jehan), prisoner in the Fort of Agra, he would think  it safe to be at such a distance. Yet,

notwithstanding, we have found  that reason of State hath given place to that of health, or rather,  to the

intrigues of Rauchenara Begum, who was wild to breathe a more  free air than that of the Seraglio, and to

have her turn in showing  herself to a gallant and magnificent army, as her sister had formerly  done during the

reign of ChahJean." 

The Emperor appears to have made preparations on this occasion for  a voyage of a year and a half. 

He had with him, not only thirtyfive thousand horse, or  thereabouts,  and ten thousand foot, but also "both

his artilleries,  the great or  heavy, and the small or lighter. 

For the carriage of the Emperor's baggage and stores, no less than  30,000 coolies were required, although, for

fear of starving that  little kingdom of Kachemere," he only carried with him the least  number of ladies and

cavaliers he could manage, and as few elephants  and mules as would suffice for the convenience of the

former. 

Crossing the Peer Punjal, some of the ladies of the Seraglio  unfortunately paid the penalty of their too ardent

desires to show  themselves off to "a gallant and magnificent army," for "one of the  elephants fell back upon

him that was next, and he upon the next, and  so on to the fifteenth, so that they did all tumble to the bottom of

the precipice. It was the good fortune of those poor women, however,  that there were but three or four of

them killed; but the fifteen  elephants remained upon the place." The historian rather ungallantly  adds, "When

these bulky masses do once fall under THOSE VAST BURDENS  they never rise again, though the way be

ever so fair." 

On reaching the summit of the pass after this accident, the  expedition  appears to have encountered more

misfortunes, for "there  blew a wind so  cold that all people shook and ran away, especially the  silly Indians,

who never had seen ice or snow, or felt such cold." 

Aurungzib appears to have remained three months in the valley on  this occasion. 

After his death there is no mention of his successors having  visited  Cashmere, and the local governors

became in consequence, in  common  with those of other provinces of the tottering Mogul throne,  little  short of

independent rulers. Under the tender mercies of most  of these,  the unfortunate Cashmeeries appear to have

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In 1745, however, a series of misfortunes from another source burst  forth upon the inhabitants of the happy

valley. A dreadful famine  first broke out, during which it is said that slaves sold for four  pice (three

halfpence) each. The famine produced its natural result,  a pestilence, which swept away many thousands of

the people; an  eclipse also added to their terror, and storms of rain followed by  floods carried away all the

bridges. 

In the year 1752, the country passed from the possession of the  Mogul  throne, and fell under the rule of the

Duranees, and during many  years was convulsed by a series of wars and rebellions, and subject  to numerous

different governors. In A.D. 1801, Runjeet Singh began to  come into notice, and, having consolidated the

nation of the Sikhs,  had, in the year 1813 become one of the recognised princes of India.  In  that year Futteh

Shah entered into a treaty with him for a  subsidiary  force for the invasion of Cashmere. The price of this

accommodation  was fixed at 80,000L. yearly; but, before the expiration  of the second  year, the Lion of the

Punjab, on pretence of the  nonfulfilment of  the treaty, invaded the valley on his own account at  the head of

a  considerable army. He was repulsed, however, and forced  to retreat to  Lahore with the loss of his entire

baggage. In A.D.  1819, encouraged  by recent successes against Moultan, Runjeet Singh  collected an army  "as

numerous as ants and locusts," and invaded the  valley a second  time, and being successful, the country again

fell  under the sway of  a Hindoo Sovereign. 

It, however, remained for some time afterwards in a disturbed  state;  and for signal services against the

rebellious frontier chiefs,  who  were averse to Runjeet Singh's rule, Gulab Singh (the late  Maharajah)  obtained

possession of the territory of Jumoo, now included  in the  kingdom of Cashmere. 

Runjeet Singh, dying in 1839, was succeeded by his son and  grandson,  successively, both of whom died

shortly after their  accession; and  the state of anarchy and confusion which ensued among  the Sikh Sirdars

was terminated by Shere Singh being installed as  Maharajah of Lahore. 

Under his rule, in 1842, Gulab Singh further brought himself into  notice by reducing the kingdom of little

Thibet with the army under  Zorawur Singh, and on the termination of the Sikh Campaign of the  Sutlej 

Duleep Singh being established on the throne of Lahore   he was admitted, "in consideration of his good

conduct," to the  privileges of a separate treaty with the British Government. 

The result of these privileges was, that he was shortly afterwards  put in possession, for "a consideration," of

the entire kingdom  of  Cashmere. 

As indemnification for the expenses of the Sikh Campaign, the  British  Government had demanded from the

Lahore State the sum of a  crore and  a half of rupees, or 1,500,000L. The whole of this amount,  however,  was

not forthcoming, and it was agreed by Article 4 of the  treaty  of 9th March, 1846, with the Maharajah Duleep

Singh, that all  the  hillcountry between the rivers Indus and Beas, including the  province  of Cashmere,

should be ceded to the Honourable East India  Company,  in perpetual sovereignty, as an equivalent for one

million  sterling. 

Article 12 of the same treaty guaranteed to Gulab Singh, in  consequence of his services to the Lahore State,

its recognition of  his  independence in such territories as might afterwards be agreed  upon;  and on the 16th

March, 1846, the British Government, by special  treaty,  made over for ever, in independent possession to

Maharajah  Gulab Singh  and the heirs male of his body, the greater part of the  territories  previously

mentioned in Article 4. In consideration of  this transfer,  the Maharajah was to pay to the British Government,

within the year,  the sum of seventyfive lakhs of rupees (750,000L.).  To acknowledge  the supremacy of that

Government, and, in token of such  supremacy,  to present it annually the following tribute, viz.:  One

horse,  twelve perfect shawl goats of approved breed (six male and six  female),  and three pairs of Cashmere

shawls. 


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Thus, "on the 16th day of March, in the year of our Lord 1846,  corresponding with the 17th day of

Rubbeeoolawul, 1262, Hijree, was  DONE at Umritsur," the treaty of ten articles, by which Gulab Singh  was

raised to the rank and dignity of an independent ruler. 

For seventyfive lakhs of rupees the unfortunate Cashmeeries were  handed over to the tender mercies of "the

most thorough ruffian that  ever was created  a villain from a kingdom down to a halfpenny,"  and the

"Paradise of the Indies," after remaining rather less than  a  week a British possession, was relinquished by

England for ever. 

The End. 

NOTES

[1]  VIDE Appendix A 

[2]  ROADS  I. There are four authorized routes for European  visitors to Cashmere. 

FIRST. The principal road from the plains by Bimbhur and Rajaoree.  This  road over the "Peer Punjal" range

is not open until May, and is  closed  by snow at the beginning of November: it is the old imperial  route,  and

the stages are marked by the remains of serais. 

[3]  A hill conveyance something similar to a hammock, suspended  from  a pole, with straps for the feet

and back, and carried by two  bearers. 

[4]  M. Jacquemont, in his "Letters from Kashmir and Thibet,"  carried away no doubt by the ardour of

Botanical research, mentions  having made a similar discovery, in the following glowing terms:    "The

mountains here produce rhubarb; celestial happiness!" 

[5]  The Pass of the Peer Punjal is 13,000 feet above the level  of  the sea; the highest peak of the range

being 15,000. 

[6]  Supposed to designate "The City of the Sun;" Surya meaning  in  Sanscrit "the Sun," and Nugger "a

City." 

[7]  Cashmere seems to have been regarded for many ages merely as  a source of wealth to its absentee

lords or present governors, and  to  have suffered more than ever, since falling under the dominion of  Hindoo

rulers. 

Of the first of this dynasty, who subdued and took possession of  the valley in the year 1819, Vigne remarks,

in his Travels, "Runjeet  Singh assuredly well knew that the greater the prosperity of Kashmir,  the stronger

would be the inducement to invasion by the East India  Company. 'Apres moi le deluge' has been his motto,

and its ruin  has  been accelerated not less by his rapacity than by his political  jealousy, which suggested to

him at any cost the merciless removal  of  its wealth and the reckless havoc he has made in its resources." 

[8]  The TuktiSuliman, an old Hindoo temple, the throne of  Solomon  the magnificent, the prophet, the

mighty magician, whom all  pious  Mussulmans believe to have been carried through the air on a  throne

supported by Dives or Afrites, whom the Almighty had made  subservient  to His will.  Vigne. The summit

stands 1,000 feet above  the level  of the plain, and the date of its erection is believed to be  220  B.C. VIDE

Appendix A. 


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[9]  "There is no God but God;" "In the name of God." 

[10]  This was written without being aware that the native name  of Mutton is a corruption of Martund, by

which name the temple is  also designated. 

The meaning of Martund being in Sanscrit "the Sun," additional  grounds  have thus been furnished for

determining the origin of the  ruin. VIDE  Appendix A. 

[11]  On this subject a good deal of difference of opinion seems  to exist, and from Moore's descriptions of

the furniture of his  terrestrial paradise, which have added so much to the fame of the  valley, it appears

probable that his "muse," thinking it useless  to  search abroad for materials which existed in abundance at

home,  supplied him with what he supposed to be Eastern celestial creations,  entirely from his native shores.

Vigne, however, says, "I do not think  that the beauty of the Kashmirian women has been overrated. They are,

of course, wholly deficient in the graces and fascinations derivable  from cultivation and accomplishment; but

for mere uneducated eyes,  I  know of none that surpass those of Kashmir." On the other hand,  M.  Jacquemont,

who found "celestial happiness" in a plant of rhubarb,  is  unable to discover any beauty whatever in the

Cashmerian ladies,  and  has no patience with his neighbour's little flights of fancy in  depicting their

perfections. "Moore," he writes, in his "Letters from  India," "is a perfumer, and a liar to boot. Know that I

have never  seen anywhere such hideous witches as in Cashmere. The female race is  remarkably ugly."

Instead of adding to such conflicting evidence, I  have endeavoured to subpoena a credible witness to speak

for herself;  and the right of private judgment being thus reserved to the reader,  Gulabie will no doubt be

charitably dealt with, and will find her  proper position somewhere within the limits of a "hideous witch"  and

a "celestial being." 

[12]  This place is mentioned in the "Tuzuk Jehangeery," or  "Precepts  of Jehangeer," in a way which

shows that the Conqueror of  the World  had not included himself among his victories. 

The name appears on a Persian inscription as Wurnagh, but is called  by the natives Vernagh, and is

mentioned by Jehangeer in his journal  as Tirnagh:  

"The source of the river Bhet (Jhelum)[*] lies in a fountain in  Cashmeer,  named Tirnagh, which, in the

language, of Hindostan,  signifies a  snake  probably some large snake had been seen there.  During the

lifetime of my father (Akbar) I went twice to this  fountain, which  is about twenty kos from the city of

Cashmere. Its  form is octagonal,  and the sides of it are about twenty yards in  length. 

"I accompanied my father to this spot during the season of flowers.  In  some places the beds of

saffronflowers extend to a kos. Their  appearance is best at a distance, and when they are plucked they  emit  a

strong smell. My attendants were all seized with a headache,  and  though I was myself at the time intoxicated

with liquor, I felt  also  my head affected. I inquired of the brutal Cashmeerians who were  employed in

plucking them, what was their condition, and they replied  that they never had a headache in their lifetime." 

[*]  The Jhelum is called in Cashmere, Behat  a contraction of  the  Sanscrit VEDASTA, which the

Greeks slightly altered to Hydaspes. 

[13]  The title of Nooruldeen is also mentioned by Jehangeer in  his Journal from Lahore to Cabul, and

its origin is thus accounted  for in his own words: 

"Now that I had become a king, it occurred to me that I ought to  change  my name, which was liable to be

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"The Secret Inspirer of thoughts suggested to me that, as the  business  of kings is the conquest of the world, I

ought to assume the  name of  Jehangeer, or Conqueror of the World; and that as my accession  to the  throne

had taken place, about sunrise, I ought therefore to  take the  title of Nooruldeen, or the Light of Religion. I

had heard  during  the time of my youth from several learned Hindoos, that after  the  expiration of the reign of

Akbar, the throne would be filled by a  kin, named Nooruldeen. This circumstance made an impression on

me,  and I therefore assumed the name and title of Jehangeer Badshah." 

[14]  These ruins appear to be in the greatest dilapidation of  any  in the valley. The date of their erection is

believed to be A.D.  852. 

[15]  See Appendix A. 

[16]  VIDE Appendix A. 

[17]  These monuments would appear to be of the kind designated  Chodtens and Dungtens, which have

been thus described:  "In the  monuments which are dedicated to the celestial Buddha, the invisible  being

who pervades all space, no deposit was made; but the Divine  Spirit, who was light, was supposed to occupy

the interim. Such are  the numerous Chodtens in Tibet dedicated to the celestial Buddha,  in  contradistinction

to the Dungtens, which are built in honour of  the  mortal Buddhas, and which ought to contain some portion

of their  relies, real or supposed. The first means an offering to the Deity,  the latter a bone or relic receptacle.

In the Sanscrit these are  termed Chaitya and Dagoba."  Cunningham. 

[18]  This appears to have been one of the Dagobas or  boneholders,  which are erected either over the

corse of a Lama or the  ashes of some  person of consequence. "The tribute of respect is paid  in Tibet to  the

manes of the dead in various ways. It is the custom to  preserve  entire the mortal remains of the sovereign

Lamas only. As  soon as  life has left the body of a Lama, it is placed upright,  sitting  in an attitude of devotion,

his legs being folded before him,  with  the instep resting on each thigh, and the sides of the feet  turned

upwards. The right hand is rested with its back upon the thigh,  with  the thumb bent across the palm. The left

arm is bent and held  close  to the body, the hand being open and the thumb touching the  point of  the shoulder.

This is the attitude of abstracted meditation. 

"The bodies of inferior Lamas are usually burnt, and their ashes  preserved with the greatest care, and the

monuments in which they  are  contained are ever after looked upon as sacred, and visited with  religious awe."

Turner. 

[19]  jo khula kariga so kui nahin kariga 

[20]  "Tibet may be considered the headquarters of Buddhism in  the present age, and immense volumes

are still to be found in that  country (faithful translations of the Sanskrit text), which refer to  the manners,

customs, opinions, knowledge, ignorance, superstition,  hopes and fears of a great part of Asia, especially of

India in former  ages."  Csoma de Koros, PREFACE TO TIBETAN GRAMMAR. 

[21]  These stones would appear to be peculiar to Thibet,  although  the sentence inscribed upon them has

been occasionally  discovered  elsewhere. Mention of it is thus made in the Journal of the  Asiatic  Society of

Bengal:  "On the main road from the Valley of  Nipal to  Tibet stands a diminutive stone, 'Chaitya.' Upon

this is  inscribed  a variety of texts from the Buddha Scriptures, and amongst  others  the celebrated Mantra, or

charmed sentence of Tibet. The system  of  letters called Lantza in Tibet, and there considered foreign and

Indian, though nowhere extant in the Plains of India, is the common  vehicle of Sanscrit language among the

Buddhists of Nipal Proper,  by  whom it is denominated Ranja, in Devanagri ra.mjaa 


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"Ranja, therefore, and not, according to a barbarian metamorphosis,  Lantza, it should be called by us, and by

way of further and clearer  distinction, the Nipalese variety of Devanagri. Obviously deducible  as this form is

from the Indian standard, it is interesting to observe  it in practical collocation with the ordinary Thibetan

form, and when  it is considered that Lantza or Ranja is the common extant vehicle  of  those original Sanscrit

works of which the Thibetan books are  translations, the interest of an inscription traced on one slab in  both

characters cannot but be allowed to be considerable. The habit  of promulgation of the doctrines of their faith

by inscriptions  patent on the face of religious edifices, stones, is peculiar  to the  Buddhists of Thibet. The

Mantra is also quite unknown to the  Buddhists  of Ceylon and the Eastern peninsula, and forms the peculiar

feature of  Thibetan Buddhism." 

[22]  This was the only explanation of the mounds of inscribed  stones  which I was able to obtain from a

native source; and some  foundation  for the story may be traced in the legend  which will be  found in

Appendix B  upon which M. Klaproth has founded the only  explanation  of the mystic inscription, which I

have been as yet able  to discover. 

By the Lamas themselves I never heard these mounds alluded to  otherwise than by the words "Mani panee."

Cunningham, however,  who  had ample opportunity of ascertaining their meaning and origin,  terms  them

"Manis" (in another form of spelling, "Munees"), and thus  describes them:  "The Mani  a word

naturalized from the Sanscrit   is a stone dyke, from four to five feet high, and from six to  twelve in

breadth; length from ten or twenty feet to half a mile The  surface of the Mani is always covered with

inscribed slabs; these  are  votive offerings from all classes of people for the attainment  of some  particular

object. Does a childless man wish for a son, or a  merchant  about to travel hope for a safe return; each goes to

a Lama  and  purchases a slate, which he deposits carefully on the village  'Mani,'  and returns to his home in

full confidence that his prayers  will be  heard." 

[23]  This was in all probability intended to represent the form  of the lotus. VIDE Appendix B. 

[24]  Of this custom Turner remarks, alluding to Thibet Proper:    "Here we find a practice at once

different from the modes of  Europe,  and opposite to those of Asia. That of one female associating  her fate

and fortune with all the brothers of a family, without any  restriction  of age or numbers. The choice of a wife

is the privilege  of the elder  brother; and singular as it may seem, a Thibetan wife is  as jealous  of her

connubial rites as ever the despot of an Indian  Zenana is of  the favours of his imprisoned fair." 

[25]  "As the inscription of course begins at opposite ends on  each  side, the Thibetans are careful in

passing that they do not trace  the words backwards."  Turner. 

[26]  This is Mount "Everest," which has been called, the King  of the South. The King of the North,

"Nunga Purbut," is 26,629 feet  above the level of the sea. 

[27]  VIDE illustration, Hemis Monastery. 

[28]  The only information I here again received was "Um mani  panee!" The wheel consisted of a roll of

the thinnest paper, six  inches in diameter, and five and a half in width, closely printed  throughout with the

eternally recurring words, which all appeared so  ready to pronounce and none seemed able to explain. The

roll was sixty  yards long, and was composed of a succession of strips, one foot nine  inches in length, and all

joined together. The whole was inclosed in  a coarse canvas cover, open at both ends, and marked with what

was no  doubt the official seal of the particular society for the diffusion of  ignorance at Lassa, from which it

had originally emanated. Each of the  strips contained the mystic sentence, one hundred and seventy times,  so

that I was thus at once put into possession of all the valuable  intelligence to be derived from "Um mani

panee," repeated between  seventeen and eighteen thousand times. VIDE Appendix B. 


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[29]  The origin of this divinity is probably derived from the  legend of Khoutoukhtou, which will be found

in Appendix B. 

[30]  The most remarkable of these were "Ser" and "Mer,"  otherwise  called "Nanoo" and "Kanoo;"

respectively 23,407 and 23,264  feet above  the level of the sea. 

[31]  The true version of the story appears to be that Gulab  Singh  had quarrelled with the Rajah of

Cashmere, his rightful master,  and  entered into the service of the Rajah of Kushtwar. After about  three  years,

hearing that Runjeet Singh was preparing an expedition  against  Cashmere, he went to him and offered his

services. Being  accepted,  he was successful against his old enemy, and took possession  of  the country for

Runjeet Singh; after which he wrote to the Rajah  of Kushtwar, falsely telling him that the Maharajah was

going to  send  a force against him also. The Rajah and his people prepared  for  resistance, and Gulab Singh

then forged a paper containing an  invitation from the chief men in the army of Kushtwar to the  Maharajah,

encouraging him to come forward and invade the country. 

This paper Gulab then forwarded to the Rajah himself, with a note,  in which he told him that it was folly to

talk of resistance when  the  chief men of his country were opposed to him. The Rajah, who had  been  in

possession of Kushtwar for twentyseven years, was completely  deceived, and repaired, by invitation, with

only a few followers to  Gulab's camp. Here he was kept for three months upon an allowance of  10L. aday,

which was afterwards reduced to 10S., and Gulab Singh in  the meantime took possession of Kushtwar

without opposition. 

[32]  The value which a Kashmirian sets upon his Kangri may be  known by the following distich:  

"Oh Kangri! Oh Kangri!  You are the gift of Houris and Fairies;  When I take you under my arm  You drive

away fear from my heart."    Vigne. 

[33]  "Won't the old bearers get something, your honour?" 

[34]  According to M. Voysey, in his Asiatic Researches, "A  single  flower in the screen contains a hundred

stones, each cut to the  exact shape necessary, and highly polished; and, although everything  is finished like

an ornament for a drawingroom chimneypiece, the  general effect produced is rather solemn and impressive

than gaudy. 

"In the minute beauties of execution, the flowers are by no means  equal  to those on tables and other small

works in Pietra dura at  Florence. It  is the taste displayed in outline and application of this  ornament,

combined with the lightness and simplicity of the building,  which gives  it an advantage so prodigious over

the gloomy portals of  the chapel of  the Medici. The graceful flow, the harmonious colours,  combined with

the mild lustre of the marble on which the ornamentation  is displayed,  form the peculiar charm of the

building, and distinguish  it from any  other in the world. The materials are Lapis Lazuli,  Jasper, Heliotrope  or

blood stone, Chalcedony, and other agates,  Cornelian, Jade, 

[35]  A coin of the value of thirtytwo shillings. 

[36]  Hardy's "Eastern Monachisms." 

[37]  Csoma de Koros. 

[38]  VIDE page 202. 

[39]  Muir's "Life of Mahomet." 


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[40]  M. Dietrici. 

[41]  Padma pani, fils celeste du Bouddha divin du monde actuel,  est, dans cette qualite, entre en fonction

depuis la mort du Bouddha  terrestre Sakya mouni, comme son remplacant, charge d'etre apres  lui  le

protecteur constant, le gardien et le propagateur de la foi  bouddhique renouvelee par Sakya. C'est pour cette

raison qu'il ne  se  borne pas a une apparition unique comme les Bouddhas, mais qu'il  se  soumet presque sans

interruption a une serie de naissances qui  dureront jusqu'a l'avenement de Maitreya, le futur Bouddha. 

On croit aussi qu'il est incarne dans la personne du "Dalai Lama,"  et qu'il paraitra en qualite de Bouddha, le

millieme de la periode  actuelle du monde. 

Le Tibet est sa terra de predilection; il est le pere de ses  habitants,  et la formule celebre: Om mani padme

hom, est un de ses  bienfaits.   RELATION DES ROYAUMES BOUDDHIQUES, par Chy Fa Hian,  traduit

par  M. Remusat. 

[42]  Le mot Khoubilkhan, en Mongol, designe l'incarnation d'une  ame superieure. 

[43]  Khoutoukhtou, en Mongol, signifie "UN SAINT MAITRE." 

[44]  Le plus petit "Kalpa" est de seize millions huit cent mille  ans, et le grand "Kalpa" est d'un milliard

trois cents quarantequatre  millions d'annees. 

[45]  Je ne l'ai encore trouvee cette phrase dans aucun ouvrage  chinois ou japonais, et notre savant

collegue M. Bournouf, m'a dit  aussi qu'il ne l'a jamais rencontree dans les livres palis, birmans  et siamois. 

[46]  um maani padmi 

[47]  Amongst these were sheets of gilt leather, stamped with the  black eagle of the Russian armorial;

talents of gold and silver, bags  of genuine musk, narrow cloths of woollen the manufacture of Thibet,  and

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1. Table of Contents, page = 3

2. Diary of a Pedestrian in Cashmere and Thibet, page = 4

   3. William Henry Knight, page = 4

   4. Preface., page = 4

   5. Introduction., page = 5

   6. The Pleasures of the Plains., page = 7

   7. Cashmere., page = 14

   8. A Halt in the Valley., page = 25

   9. Little Thibet., page = 37

   10. Ladak and the Monastery of Hemis., page = 50

   11. A Retreat to the Valley., page = 55

   12. Last Days of Travel., page = 71

   13. The Religions of Cashmere and Thibet., page = 84

   14. CHAPTER A. The Temples of Cashmere., page = 95

   15. Takt I Suliman., page = 97

   16. CHAPTER B. The Mystic Sentence of Thibet., page = 100

   17. Um Mani Panee., page = 103

   18. CHAPTER C. A Sketch of the History of Cashmere., page = 106

   19. NOTES, page = 110