. With the Tibetans in tent and temple; narrative of four years' residence on the Tibetan border, and of a journey into the far interior. o NativeTents for Aid, Never to Return. The grassy spot beside the cliff was an ideal camp-ing place, affording shelter from the cold, bleak, pierc-ing winds, or from the hot rays of the noonday sun onwarm days; but the recent occurrence had removed allthe charms nature had previously possessed for us, andwe were glad to tread our way slowly up the trail we hadcome down the day before. Ascending even so insig-nificant an incline was laborious, for instead of
. With the Tibetans in tent and temple; narrative of four years' residence on the Tibetan border, and of a journey into the far interior. o NativeTents for Aid, Never to Return. The grassy spot beside the cliff was an ideal camp-ing place, affording shelter from the cold, bleak, pierc-ing winds, or from the hot rays of the noonday sun onwarm days; but the recent occurrence had removed allthe charms nature had previously possessed for us, andwe were glad to tread our way slowly up the trail we hadcome down the day before. Ascending even so insig-nificant an incline was laborious, for instead of havingour sturdy ponies to carry us up, we had to walk, whileMr. Rijnhart, in addition to shouldering a heavy bur-den, had to drag along the almost spent horse with hisload, an impossible task had I not been behind to urgethe poor animal on with my staff. Soon we were atthe top, passing the robbers ambush of the day be-fore, and a beautiful spot it was behind the rocks, apretty little hollow having served to shelter their horseswhile they busied themselves in obtaining ours. Howmany men there had been we could not tell, but we 303. petrus OUR LAST DAYS TOGETHER 303 supposed there were ten or twelve, and they had prob-ably been following and watching ns all the morningbefore a good opportunity for robbing us without dangerpresented itself. It had now grown dark, but therewas sufficient light to enable us to pursue our way ashort distance, when we stopped to camp, because wewere not sure whether shadows that lay across our pathwere gullies or not, and we did not wish to lose ourbearings. We unloaded our horse, which now seemedso precious to us, tethered him near by, arranged ourfood in little packages at our heads, to prevent a wildanimal snapping at us without warning, and lay downexhausted but much more at ease in our minds thanhad we remained below the cliffs. The queen of the nightslowly wended her way across the star-dotted heavens,diffusing light and sh
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