He followed the Himalaya-Thibet road, the little ten-foot track that is blasted out of solid rock, or strutted out on timbers over gulfs a thousand feet deep; that dips into warm wet shut-in valleys, and climbs across bare grassy hill-shoulders where the sun strikes like a burning glass; or turns through dripping dark forests where the tree ferns dress the trunks from head to heel, and the pheasant calls to his mate...