ABSTRACT
‘Well, Tsumbi, you are not happy with me. I will pay you your wages to date and give you money for the road, and you can start for your home in Darjeeling to-morrow. You had better go by the big road to Lho Dzong, and thence by the Lhasa road and Gyantse; you will thus meet with travellers, and be quite safe.’ It was the morning after our return to Shugden. After breakfast I had sent for Tsumbi, who now stood before me.
