
 
		now not more  than  14,800 feet above sea-level;  gazelle,  
 birds  and  insects  were  more  plentiful,  but  yak  and  
 antelope  were  no  longer  to  be  seen.  Grass  again  
 began  to  fail,  and  the  sparsely  scattered  blades  were  
 withering  fast;  as  a  result  the  ponies’  ribs  began  to  
 show  in  a  painful  manner  and  they  wearied  of  their  
 marches  much  more  quickly  than  before.  This  was  
 not  at  all  encouraging,  and  did  not  hold  out  much  
 chance  of  our  winning  the  race  upon  which  we  had  
 embarked;  moreover,  the  country ahead  did  not  seem  
 to  show  any  improvement  upon  that  in  which  we  
 were now travelling, but appeared  to consist of  rugged  
 limestone spurs and ridges  running in  all directions. 
 Bum  Tso  was  reached  during  the  afternoon  and  
 the  camp  pitched  on  the  western  shore.  The  waters  
 of  this  lake  contained  no  salt  or  soda,  but  were  distinctly  
 foul  and  evil-smelling.  No  exit  could  be  seen  
 for the surplus water,  though  it  is  more  than probable  
 that  at  certain  seasons  of  the  year  the  lake  overflows  
 its banks.  The  shores  are  flat  and  composed  of mud,  
 and the stream which we had been following,  and which  
 we  had been  compelled  to  ford,  empties  itself  into  the  
 lake. 
 On the shores  and  covering the  surface of the water  
 were  countless  thousands  of  game-birds:  bar-headed  
 geese,  pintails,  mallards  and  teal,  and  a  few  of  the  
 noisy, fish-eating  brahmini  duck.  Owing  to  the entire  
 absence of cover, a near approach was impossible,  so we  
 had  to shoot with  a  rifle,  and,  by  this means, managed  
 to  secure  five  fat  geese.  In  the  river-bed,  bushes—  
 the first  seen for  months—grew  in  tangled  profusion,  
 and afforded a home to innumerable hares, which scurried  
 in  and  out  at  the  approach  of  the  caravan.  Wild  
 rhubarb  was  to  be  found  everywhere,  but  its  stems  
 were tough and tasteless. 
 On leaving Bum Tso, a long and tiring pass,  devoid  
 of water and  vegetation,  was  ascended;  but  our  hopes  
 of  reaching Rudok increased,  as  there were  no  signs of  
 human  beings.  Late  in  the  afternoon  three black dots  
 were  seen  on  the  plain,  which  were  taken  to  be wild  
 yaks;  close to them lay a pool of water,  towards which  
 we  directed  our  weary  footsteps.  On  drawing  near,  
 it  was  observed  that  the  yaks  kept  very  still;  the  
 glasses  were  brought  to  bear,  and  it  at  once  became  
 evident  that  they  were  not  yaks  but  tents.  Our  
 presence  obviously  created  a  great  sensation,  for  men  
 could  be  seen  passing  hastily  from  tent  to  tent,  and  
 our  later  arrival was  greeted with  much  “ salaaming ”  
 and  “ jooing.” 1 
 The  party  consisted  of  three men,  five women  and  
 five children,  though  the  actual  relationship  could  not  
 be determined.  The  oldest man,  acting as  spokesman,  
 was  a  dirty,  unkempt,  grey-haired  creature,  and  spent  
 most of his time with his tongue  thrust out to  its fullest  
 extent.  This was his form of  greeting,  and,  as we had  
 never seen  it before,  it  took  us  somewhat  by surprise;  
 one gets used to most  things in  time,  however,  even  to  
 the sight of  a  red  tongue  continually protruding from  
 a black face. 
 The tents were of the usual pattern,  the cloth made  
 from  the  hair  of  yaks,  and  fixed  together  in  such  a  
 manner as to  leave a  long slit  at  the ridge,  in order to  
 allow of the  escape of smoke  from  the fire inside.  The  
 space within was enlarged by the covering being pulled  
 out here  and  there with  ropes,  generally pegged to the  
 ground by means of antelope horns. 
 The  old  man  not  only  informed  us  that  he  was  a  
 country gentleman,  and that  he  spent  his  summers  at  
 this  spot  tending  his flocks  and  herds, but  also that  a 
 1 Joo=hail.