[8] The sums are now collected by the Political Peskhar and handed over in Garbyang to the Tibetans.
CHAPTER XII
Tibetan threats—My birthday—Ravenous dogs—A big dinner—Shoka hospitality.
The Jong Pen of Taklakot, on hearing of my proposed visit, sent threats that he would confiscate the land of any man who came in my employ, besides menaces of "flogging" and subsequent "beheading" of myself and any one caught with me. Personally I paid little attention to these intimidations.
Consulting the calendar one day—a thing I did with great regularity in these regions—I made out that it was the first of June, and I then remembered that the following day would be my birthday. Feasts were scarce in these high altitudes, and the prospect before me was that they would in the near future be even scarcer. It therefore occurred to me that I could not better while away a day at least of this weary waiting than by treating myself to a real big feast.
The House where I Stayed at Garbyang