We thought of a ferry and as we were searching for one I found the piers of a hanging rope bridge. On the opposite bank we saw monasteries and a number of houses and reckoned there must be some means of getting across the river. That disposed of our dream of finding the river frozen and getting across on the ice. (4) On the same day we reached a broad valley through which rushed a stream of green water carrying small ice-floes with it. We were overjoyed and went on our way in high spirits. At the next village I made what I thought was a good bargain and exchanged him for a shaky-looking horse. We had had enough of Armin and determined to exchange him at the next opportunity for another animal. (2) The next day we tied a rope round Armin's horns and led him over the pass, but he continued to misbehave. Our only consolation was the distant view of Mount Everest in the sunset glow. After endless difficulty we managed to catch him, but we could not get him to move and were obliged to camp in a most inhospitable spot where we could not light a fire – and so we supped on dry meal and raw meat. He broke away and ran back uphill towards the pass. Armin, our yak, however, thought otherwise. We had finished with wearisome ascents for the time being and glad we were of it. At last we would be going downhill again. (1) Late in the afternoon we reached the top of the pass.
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