On arrival at the hamlet of Ying-kuan-chai, over-looked by a ruined Tibetan fort, which we reached by a wooden bridge spanning the stream and by following the latter’s right bank to the end of the valley, I held a meeting of all the drivers, and informed them that the Commissary at Ta-chien-lu had distinctly stated to me that the animals supplied to me at Ta-chien-lu would take me right through to Ho-k’ou, a five days’ march, and that I would have no trouble with change of transport as far as that place.]