Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. You who are wearied with the day's work, and would hear of the wonders of the Himalaya, let yourself float in your imagination, out across the seas, over the parched sand of the desert, across the arid plains of India, and up into the everlasting snows where the chill night Winds are sighing. There, below you, lies my camp; in the clearing midst the dark pine forests, Where the log fire blazes and crackles, and Where the silver stream murmurs of the thousand mysteries of the mountains.