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After bathing at the hot springs, the party received gifts from the Maharaja via eight men from Bumthang, including rice, butter, cloth, a dagger, silver lime boxes, and potatoes, with plans to return the cloth to Trashigang. Flower collecting has been modest, and they expect to write multiple letters of thanks. Pimbo probed why locals discouraged their movements, learning it may be due to fears of them digging for valuables and disturbing earth spirits.

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a bath at the hot springs. There are several places banked up to make it possible to sit in water 2 ft deep, just as hot, or hotter, than one likes. I felt much better after a good bath. When we came back we found that a party of 8 men had arrived with presents from the Maharaja & Co in Bumthang. They brought 2 maunds of rice, 2 maunds of butter(!), about 3 maunds of cloth of various kinds, a dagger, silver lime boxes and a maund of potatoes. We kept all but will return the cloth to Trashigang by the same people. We have not done much in the way of flower collecting between us. I think we have perhaps 6 or 8 good things collected in these six days. However we have found out a good deal about the country and something of the people. The worst about the presents is that they mean that tomorrow we must write to Bumthang no less than seven letters of thanks each! Pimbo has been trying to get to the bottom of why these people have been doing their utmost to put us off wandering about the countryside. The only likely true answer he can get, is that they were afraid we would try to dig up 'pearls' or gold or other valuable stones, and so, of course disturb the earth spirits. Beyond that I think

SUMMARY:
The diarist describes masses of flowers on open grassy slopes and in fir and juniper forest, noting especially profuse Primula winteri. They meet a sepoy and coolies from H.H., receive friendly letters and generous presents from H.H. and the Maharani (including butter, parched rice, and arak), and note that expected mail has not yet arrived.

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the grassy hillside was thick with these, all jumbled together, a patch of blue, then joined on to it a patch of white, & so on, really a beautiful sight. They were growing so profusely where the ground is probably pretty rich with yak manure, just close to a 'goat' on the open grassy hillside. Prim. Winteri is again in masses, & bigger flowered here than I have ever seen it, very profuse in the fir & juniper forest. It seems to like the fallen leaves from Abies Webbiana. Soon after leaving camp I met a sepoy & a train of coolies from H.H., who had not yet had my letter, but had heard from someone that I was up this way. Both his letters & the Maharani's were very friendly - "Since our first meeting, we became such great friends that we are now like the members of one family." Both sent presents, from H.H. "1) One load butter. 2) One bag parched rice 3) Two cases native brewery. 4) One box native biscuits." And from the Maharani - "a trifling present of a native made chadar, one bag parched rice, and a case of native brewery." The "native brewery" I had hoped would be chang (beer) but it is arak (spirit) which I can't touch. Everything else will be very good though, especially the 60 lbs of butter. I had hoped for a mail too, but there is no news of it yet.