
 
        
         
		glacial valley  (represented  in  the  accompanying  cut) to  
 the snowy peaks south of Junnoo, was particularly grand  
 and  most  interesting  from  the  precision  with  which  
 one  great  distant  existing  glacier was  marked  by two  
 waving parallel lines of lateral moraines, which formed, 
 ANCIENT  MORAINES  IN  THE  KAMBACHEN  VALLEY. 
 as  it  were,  a  vast  raised  gutter,  or  channel, ascending  
 from  perhaps  16,000  feet  elevation,  till  it  was  hidden  
 behind a  spur.  With a  telescope  I  could descry many  
 similar  smaller  glaciers,  with  huge  accumulations  of  
 shingle  at their  terminations;  but  this  great  one  was  
 beautifully seen  by the  naked  eye,  and  formed  a  very  
 curious  feature in the landscape. 
 Between  the  moraines,  near  my  tent,  the  soil  was 
 perfectly level,  and  consisted of little  lake-beds strewn  
 with  gigantic  boulders,  and  covered  with  hard  turf of  
 grass  and  sedge,  and  little  bushes  of  dwarf  rhododendron  
 and  prostrate  juniper, as trim as if they had been  
 clipped.  Altogether these  formed the most picturesque  
 little  nooks  it  was  possible  to  conceive;  and  they  
 exhibited  the  withered  remains  of  so  many  kinds  of  
 primrose, gentian, anemone, potentilla, orchis, saxifrage,  
 pamassia,  campanula,  and  pedicularis,  that  in  summer-  
 they must be perfect gardens of flowers.  Around  each  
 plot of a few acres was the  grand ice-transported girdle  
 of  stupendous  rocks, many from  50  to  100  feet  long,  
 crested with  black tabular-branched  silver  firs,  conical  
 deep  green  tree-junipers,  and  feathery  larches ;  whilst  
 amongst the blocks  grew a  profusion of  round  masses  
 of  evergreen  rhododendron  bushes.  Beyond  were  
 stupendous  frowning  cliffs,  beneath  which  the  river  
 roared like  thunder ;  and looking up  the  glacial valley,  
 the  setting  sun  was  bathing  the  expanse  of  snow in  
 the  most  delicate  changing  tints  of  pink,  amber,  and  
 gold. 
 The boulders forming the moraine were  so  enormous  
 and angular, that I  had  great difficulty in ascending  it,  
 and  where  the  large  rhododendrons  grew  amongst  
 the  rocks  I   found  it  impossible  to  penetrate.  The  
 largest of the  moraines  was  piled  to  upwards  of  1000  
 feet  against  the  south  flank  of  the  lateral  valley,  and  
 stretched  far  up  it  beyond  my  camp, which  was  in  a  
 grove of  silver firs.  A large  flock of  sheep  and  goats,  
 laden  with  salt,  overtook  us  here  on  their  route  from  
 Wallanchoon to Yalloong.  The sheep I  observed to feed 
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