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climbed the stouter plants, and a common “ blue ”
chased his dowdy spouse, zigzagging a foot above the
grass.
This quiet little elysium was owned by the Jong-pen
of Nagartse, a man of great importance and brutality.
Upon our arrival all his servants and serfs implored us as
one man to take this opportunity of cutting off his head.
Looking towards the Kyi chu Valley from North Camp.
We set off again on the 31st, and welcome indeed
were the cheery war-cries of the Sikhs and Gurkhas
as they set their feet upon the road again.* We moved
* The Sikhs’ war-cry, raised in chorus b y the entire company as the first foot
is advanced, is as follows®-Wa guru ji ka kha lsa ! Seri wa guru ji ki f u t t i ! Sut,
seri akhal ! (H a i l God o f the libe rated ! V ic to ry to the holy ones ! M y body i s
to thee O God !)
The Gurkhas’ adjuration is :— Seri Ghurkh’ Nath b ab aki jai. ( I n the nam e o f
o u r holy father G h u rk h ’ N a th victory !)
