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i82 ADVENTURES IN TIBET.
sound was to be heard save the pensive, murmurous song
of the brook rippling amongst stones. The night was
brooding silently and serenely above the untrodden wilder-
ness. Far away in the south I pictured to myself the
mighty buttress of the Himalayas, with India and its sultry
jungles at their feet. Far away in the west our Tibetan
mountains merged into the Pamir highlands, while in the
opposite direction when the sun rises upon us it is already
noon-tide in the Celestial Kingdom. In vain did I look
for a fire or any trace of a human being. I was in an unin-
habited and uninhabitable part of the earth. I felt like a
grain of dust in the midst of the boundless universe, and
almost fancied I could hear the " swish " of the planets as
they rolled on their never-ending orbits through the im-
mensities of space.
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