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could glissade head first! Having got the men across, we proceeded up the rocky slopes. I must 
confess that here I had misjudged the difficulty. 
I had expected to find quite easy walking, but there were a few passages where it amounted to 
scrambling from the point of view of a loaded man. I decided to arrange for a fixed rope as a 
measure of safety, it being my plan to send the picked coolies up and down regularly to bring up 
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were needed. In the meantime, the men behaved magnificently, laughing and joking and giving 
each other a helping hand whenever required. I posted the Kashmiris and the other personal 
servants at the mauvais pas, but there was no hint of any real danger. 
Camp 4 is at the top of this rocky slope on a level ridge, level enough, but not a broad as I could 
have wished. There was, however, a certain amount of natural shelter afforded by rocks and I was 
able to construct a fairly comfortable place for the night. There was a better camp three hours 
higher; but the weather, after a fine morning, had begun to look bad and the snow was in bad 
condition. The men, too, though perfectly happy, were most of them very tired, and some of them 
knocked over by what they supposed to be mountain sickness --- symptoms of exhaustion, 
headache, pains in the abdomen, dizziness and so forth. I knew what the trouble was and went 
round to the sufferers and dropped a little atropine into their eyes. Half an hour later they were all 
perfectly restored. The alarming symptoms were all due to the glare. 
I sent down to Pache to come up to Camp 3 as better in every way than Camp 2. I asked Tartarin 
and Reymond if they had any messages to send. They were too exhausted to reply to their names. I 
was utterly bewildered. The previous day had been a bare hour, and the march to Camp 4 perfectly 
easy and by no means long or trying for men without loads. I myself, though I had borne the burden 
and heat of the day more than anyone, was as fresh as paint and as fit as a fiddle. I had never felt 
better in my life. I was in perfect condition in every respect. I spent the afternoon nursing the 
invalids. 
Tartarin recovered by the next morning sufficiently to curse. I could not imagine what his grievance 
was an cannot imagine it now. The most charitable explanation of his conduct that I can give is that 
he was mentally upset, partly no doubt due to psychical distress, and to some form of heat stroke. I 
have always been satanically happy in the hottest sunshine, but the slopes of Kangchenjunga on a 
fine day at noon were near my limit. Both the doctor and Reymond were unquestionably very ill. It 
was impossible to think of going on to the next camp that day. We rested accordingly. Late in the 
day, to my surprise, Pache arrived with a number of coolies, I had asked him to send up the sirdar 
and one other man. I wanted to give Naga personal instructions about the management of his men. 
It had been no part of my plan for any of the others to come beyond Camp 3. I wanted to make 
Camp 3 the base until we found a good place on the snow basis above. The arrival of Pache and his 
men overcrowded Camp 4. 
The root of the trouble, apart from any ill-feeling, was that none of my companions (except Pache) 
understood that I expected them to keep their word. I had arranged a plan, taking into 
consideration all sorts of circumstances, the importance of which they did not understand and other 
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they did not even know, and they did not realize that to deviate from my instructions in any way 
might be disastrous. Their disobedience having resulted in things going wrong, they proceeded to 
blame me. Righi had refused point blank to send Nanga on my express command; he had failed to 
send up any supplies, so that we were absolutely out of petroleum and short of food, both for 
ourselves an for our men.