Part 8 (2/2)

I had descended to the river preceded by some of my coolies. Two of them just in front of me were crossing over the stream on a thick and broad archway of ice. I was waiting for them to be safely across. When the men had nearly reached the other side they noticed a peculiar vibration underfoot. Scrambling away as best they could, they gave the alarm.

I drew back hastily. In the nick of time! for with a deafening roar like magnified thunder echoed from cliff to cliff, down went the bridge. The huge pieces of ice, only a moment before forming part of the vault, were now swept away by the furious stream and thrown with tremendous force against the next bridge, which quivered under the terrible clash.

Three days' marching over the same route brought me back to Garbyang.

[9] The _Gural_ is the Himahlyan chamois found at even comparatively low elevations. They are generally seen in herds, with the exception of the oldest males, which are usually met with alone. It is not uncommon to see as many as eight or ten together, especially during their feeding time, shortly after sunrise and an hour or two before sunset.

Tehr or Thar (male) and Jahral (female) is the true and proper wild goat of the higher Himahlyan range. It is rarely found lower than 7000 feet and often as high as 15,000 feet above sea level. Those found at lower elevations do not possess quite such a luxuriant growth of hair, nor, I am told, are their curved horns quite so long. They climb about precipices and dangerous spots with the greatest ease.

CHAPTER XV

An earthquake--Curious notions of the natives--A Shoka tailor and his ways--The arrival of silver cash--Two rocks in the Kali--Arrogance of a Tibetan spy.

ON hearing that Dr. Wilson was now in Garbyang I went to call upon him.

Squatted on soft Chinese and Tibetan mats and rugs, we were enjoying cup after cup of tea and devouring _chapatis_, when suddenly the whole building began to shake and rumble in the queerest manner, upsetting teapot and milk and sending the _chapatis_ roaming to and fro all over the room.

Leaving Dr. Wilson to save our precious beverage, I pulled out watch and compa.s.s to notice duration and direction of the shock. It was undulatory, very violent, and oscillating from S.S.W. to N.N.E. The duration was exactly four minutes two seconds. The earthquake began at 5.20 P.M. and ended at 5h. 24m. 2s.

”It strikes me that it would have been wise to have gone out of the house,” said I. ”It is a wonder the building did not collapse. My cup is full of mud and debris from the ceiling.”[10]

”I have saved the tea for you!” said the Doctor, triumphantly lifting in his muscular hands the teapot, which he had carefully nursed. He had soon discovered my devotion to the yellow liquid.

We were quietly going on with our refreshment when a band of excited Shokas broke into the room.

”Sahib! Sahib! where has it gone?” cried they in a chorus, stretching their hands towards me and then folding them in sign of prayer. ”Sahib!

tell us where it has gone!”

”What?” rejoined I, amused at their suspense.

”Did you not feel the earth shake and quiver?” exclaimed the astounded visitors.

”Oh yes, but that is nothing.”

”Oh no, Sahib! That is the precursory notice of some great calamity. The 'spirit' under the earth is waking up and is shaking its back.”

”I would rather it shook its back than mine,” said I jokingly.

[Ill.u.s.tration: A WELL-ATTENDED SCHOOL]

”Or mine,” added the Doctor lightly, much to the astonishment of our awestricken callers.

”Which way did it go?” repeated the impatient Shokas.

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