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Then we would re-form and go on , and by the time the moon rose Adam was asleep , and there was no sound in the night except the grunting of the men , the husky murmur of some river a thousand feet down in the valley , and the squeaking of Strickland 's saddle . So we went up from the date-palm to deodar , till the dawn wind came round a corner all fresh from the snows , and we snuffed it . I heard Strickland say : `` Wife , my overcoat , please , '' and Adam , fretfully : `` Where is Dalhousie , and the cow 's child ? '' and then I slept till Strickland turned me out of the warm doolie at seven o'clock , and I stepped into the splendour of a cool hill day , the plains sweltering twenty miles back and three thousand feet below . Adam waked too , and needs must ride in front of me to ask a million questions , and shout at the monkeys , and clap his hands when the painted pheasants bolted across our road , and hail every wood-cutter and drover and pilgrim within sight , till we halted for breakfast at a staging-house . After breakfast , being a child , he went out to play with a train of bullock-drivers haltered by the road-side , and we had to chase him out of a native liquor-shop where he was bargaining with a naked seven-year-old for a mynah in a bamboo cage . Said he , wriggling on my pommel , as we went on again : `` There were four men behosh -LSB- insensible -RSB- at the back of that house .