CHAPTER XVIII

* * * * * I pass over the journey with its discomforts and dangers. The mountains are crowned with terror as well as beauty, and we had our share. Michael in particular took a gallant part, enjoying himself to the full and encouraging us all to see the fun of it when the shoe pinched. The Kashmiris named him the Dog-Sahib and were right, for he was and is undoubtedly a gentleman—let us say one of nature’s own—a much misused phrase. I can see him now wildly rejoicing in the snow—golden in…