'It's a landscape in oils--a view of the Himalayas, near Narkanda.

There are the snows in the background, very thin and visionary through a gap in the trees, and two hills, one hill on each side.

Dark green trees, pine-trees, with a dead one in the left foreground covered with a brilliant red creeper.

Right foreground occupied by a mountain path and a solitary native figure with its back turned.

Society's silver medal.' 'When did you see it ?' I asked.
'I haven't seen it--this year.