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passing eloud or by the uprising mista from the valleys. This beautiful view of the Himalayas impresees a picture on the mem- ory of the beholder which ean never be eifaced; and amply repays ihe toil and fatigue of a journey thither.
In returning to the hotel ata point where the path for half 2 mile was nearly tevei, we were startled and almost ran over by » horse thaterme dashivg by at full specd along the road. We could catch bui a rapid glances at the sudden apparition, but it showed ug a pure white Arab, ridden by a beautiful girl, whose rosy cheeks belonged to some more northern clime than India. We all exclaimed, in one breath, “‘ How beautifull’? Tne horse or the rider?” “Both,” was the unanimous verdict, ag the apparition quickly vanished around a curve lu the road. “Who can she be?” “Where does she belong?” were the ques - tiong asked, bus they remain yet unan- ewered.
Melted snow is dampening to thea foet, and otir eXtra boots had all been lefi behind with the keayy baggage. So, engconsed in slippers, we gave our wet boots to Chuddy Lall to be dricd at the Kitehen fire, This henchman of my frlende was a Bengalesa edition of “ Handy-Andy ”—slmple, honest, and biunderiog ag his Irish protetype—if as witty, it was hidden from us in his un- kuown tongue.
My frieud wants his boots. Balle ara rzxe in the Hast; when one wishes for # ser- yant he steps into the hall and ciaps his hands. <After some unaccountable delay Chuddy opens tha door, His complexion, usually sbeut ‘half-end-half,” seems now almoxt white, and he looks frightened ont efhis wits. In hia hands are the remaine of 8 pair of boots, burned toa erisp. Leaving the door open to secure his retreat, he stam- mers out, “I goto sleep, fire blaze up and burn de boots—berry sorry, Sahib,” and with both hands touching bia forekead ke selaams almost to the floor, then takes a step er two beck wards towards the door.
His former experience with Euglish mat- ters led him to suticlpate a volley of curser, emphasized by some missile like s boot-jack era bottle. The provocation was certainly enough to staré the ire of an sven tempored man, thus condemned for threa days in 4 wintry climate to wear his slippers, for uo boots could be kad short of Ssharun pore,
But my friend is a gentleman, an Ameri-
