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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ...Longstaff had decided to send down the Three Musketeers, who had not been particularly happy during the night, and to stop where we were and try to reach Trisul to-morrow if the weather improved. It was clear that Inderbinen must go back with the Gurkhas, and I was more than halfinclined to do so too, partly because I did not believe there was any chance of the weather improving, and partly because I did not exactly see where I was to spend the night. Longstaff invited me to join him and Kharbir, saying cheerfully that there was lots of room. A glance into their tent assured me that this statement was unduly optimistic--in fact, that there was no room at all. However, it appeared that there would be accommodation for Inderbinen down below, and eventually I elected to stay, and our tent, which had been taken down, was put up again. In a short time Inderbinen and the Gurkhas had vanished, the rest of us were once more under cover, and communication became rare, for the storm was still raging, and every visit to the outer world meant a considerable increase to the amount of snow inside. The last palaver took place, during a short spell of sunshine and quiet, about mid-day, and at 12.30 Longstaff solemnly bade me "Good-night." It was not long afterwards that I discovered that my tin of biscuits had disappeared, but by that time it was again snowing and blowing hard, and I was not keen enough about food to go out on a voyage of discovery. In the interests of science I tried whether a dose from the pneumatogen cartridge would assist me to enjoy a pipe. I think it certainly did; and I found I could smoke with satisfaction for several minutes continuously, which I had not been able to do before inhaling the oxygen; even so, however, it...