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46o ADVENTURES IN TIBET.
the everlasting wind at last forgot to blow. The only
thing to mar our enjoyment was that our escort began to
quarrel with Shereb Lama, and called him a heathen dog
for travelling about with " them there Russians !
" The
quiet priest grew so enraged that he let his riding-whip
dance on the backs of the Tibetans, and I sent word to
them that if they made any further disturbance we would
stuff them into our boxes and take them home with us.
A View of the Western Tso-ngombo.
We saw no nomads in this region ; nor was there a drop
of water, until the Tibetans led us to the spring of Tsebu,
where we spent the night. I have not yet forgotten that
night in the wilds of western Tibet. It was so intensely
cold, and at the same time so still, that we could almost
hear the frost gripping hold of the earth. Nothing jarred
upon the profound silence of the night, except the howling
of the wolves and the monotonous footsteps of the night-
sentries ringing against the icy ground. In the morning
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