nd in the places with these wood-hens.
He likewise informs me, that the only difference he could ascertain to
exist between these birds and wood-cocks, consists in their having very
short and thick legs.

I have seen two of this particular description, but have never shot any.

[View from Nunklow: p8.jpg]

After Myrung one can speak much less in favour of these hills. Nunklow
is a pretty spot, and commands a really magnificent view of the
Himalayas, of the Bootan mountains, and of the plains of Assam.
Altogether this view is the finest which, in my limited experience, I
have ever seen: I did not however like Nunklow, nor do my wishes recur to
it. {9} The route thither is pretty enough, and not fatiguing. I may
mention Nunklow as the station of some fine trees, among which is a
Betula, two AEsculi, oaks, etc. in abundance. The pine is in fine order,
but not large. Much more cultivation is carried on in this portion of
the hills than elsewhere, and paddy is cultivated apparently to some
extent. The temperature is much warmer, and the air by no means so
bracing as that of Myrung. Perhaps at this place the flora resemble that
of lower Himalaya more than other places we have yet seen. The march
from Nunklow to Nowgong is very long, and, as we started late, owing
partly to mismanagement and partly to the want of coolies, we were most
agreeably benighted in the jungle. The descent is very sudden and
commences at Nunklow; the valley, on the brink of which it is situated,
being perhaps 2000 feet deep. It is in this valley or on its walls that
the finest pines we have seen occur, but even here they do not attain a
greater height than 60 feet, and perhaps a diameter of a foot or a foot
and a half. As Mr. Brown of the Sillet Light Infantry informed me most
correctly, many would make fine spars; but Mr. Cracroft's language in one
of the Journals of the Asiatic Society when describing these firs, seems
rather overwrought. During our march I picked up a pretty species of
Sonerila. A small stream runs at the foot of the descent, by what name
it goes I know not. Near the Bustapanee, flowing along a valley about
two hours' walk from the last mentioned water. Wallich discovered
abundance of his favourite and really splendid Polypodium Wallichianum,
which I may accuse with justice of being an additional reason for our
benightment. The stream is really the only respectable river we have
seen, or rather the second one that