CHAPTER X

* * * * * Two days later we climbed the great Himalayan pass on the hard-frozen snow, and leaving behind and far below the loveliness of Kashmir, entered on the wild upper country of Little Tibet and the Mongolian peoples, and were at last steadily on our way to the Monastery of the Manis amongst its own believers. A waste-land of stony and illimitable plains and many-colored mountains, cold and terrible with sweeping winds, and the one trail marked with little whitewashed rest houses at…