There is our resting-place, herr,” he said, “with a perfect bit of snow for a glissade.
It is called the hashiri (glissade); and we are to descend at a run!
The first part of the way down to the saddle we attempted a glissade.
It was in deep winter weather and Timur had to be let down the snows by glissade in a basket guided by ropes.
We crept up it, and from the summit descended ...