This valley is named Goa or Gova, and as we moved through it we found that what was smooth to the eye was very much furrowed by running streams winding round innumerable knolls.

These little brooklets came down from the range on our left, and the water was deliciously cool.
When we came abreast of the peak Chirobve, the people would no longer give us guides.

They were afraid of their enemies, whose dwellings we now had on our east; and, proceeding without any one to lead us, or to introduce us to the inhabitants, we were perplexed by all the paths running zigzag across instead of along the valley.

They had been made by the villagers going from the hamlets on the slopes to their gardens in the meadows below.

To add to our difficulties, the rivulets and mountain- torrents had worn gullies some thirty or forty feet deep, with steep sides that could not be climbed except at certain points.