feet, was apparent a little way up thè hill-sides. Birches
are the last to go.
Another sharp climb brings one to the last phase
o the Chumbi valley. This, indeed, is different from
ah the scenes through which we have passed. A
promontory, now being avoided by the „work of pioneers,
The Tibetan track and the English road. A study in contrasts near the “ White Rock I
m Chumbi Valley. The old track ascends to the left.
gave us a view of the bare plain of Dota ahead. To
the east a frozen waterfall, nearly a hundred feet in
height, was the rallying point of our attention. It was a
gigantic, irregular pillar of ribbed ice, through which the
evening sun played with the colours of a Pacific shallow.
But this was the last example of abruptness. From
that point till the Tang la rises gently beneath the
