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434 ADVENTURES IN TIBET.
their shadows flitted along the water like the genii of that
so enchanted and so enchanting scene.
At length it grew dark, and it was time to think of rest.
Having drawn the skiff up on shore we lighted a fire and
prepared supper, and then wrapping ourselves in our over-
coats, we slept the sleep of the just—and the tired. Early
next morning Kutchuk dipped his oar into the water again,
and our little craft continued her journey between the
bewitching mountain-walls. Narrower and narrower grew
the sound ; it was like a river glen, a watery gorge. The
most magnificent panoramas that I have ever seen in my
life continued to unroll themselves before us one after the
other. Would this winding water-way never come to an
end ? Should we have to go all the long way back again ?
If it were an island that we had on our right, then we must
be not very far from the rendezvous. Some natives who
came out of their tents, standing on the shore, stared at us
in speechless amazement, A fresh scene ! Perhaps there
is still yet another ? No ; here is the end of the sound !
Upon reconnoitring, we found that it was only a narrow
neck of land v/hich barred our way. Accordingly, taking
all our belongings out of the boat, we first carried them, and
then the skiff herself, overland, and started again on the
other side. Here the lake broadened out and went down
to a depth of 72 feet ; but it is night again and we must
stop. That evening there was a fresh breeze, and we
were sung to sleep by the soft music of the waves lapping
on the shore. Fortunately it did not rain on either of these
nights that we slept out in the open, and lovely nights they
indeed were—a silence that no words can describe, stars
that sparkled like silver, and an air that was crisp and
bright like pure wine !
Next day we arrived at the rendezvous. Before we
reached it, we saw the caravan approaching, surrounded by
a swarm of black cavalry. Before we came to land, the
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