A fascinating account of two expeditions, one to the Kulu valley in the Himalayas and other to the Kuram valley in NWFP (now in Pakistan), undertaken by a Victorian gentleman.

Excerpts from the book:

“In these mountain villages they do not take the trouble to send a messenger round to collect the kulis, but in the evening, as you stand at your tent door watching the brilliant stars sparkling in the dark vault overhead, with only the sound of the torrent far, far down below you to break the stillness, you hear suddenly a long-drawn call, “āāā-o kulīāāā,” very melodiously shouted out into the dark night by the watchman standing on some prominent rock overhanging the valley. Away over the deep valley travels the call, telling the villagers that they will be wanted next morning. Again and again the call resounds, and now it is taken up by the...