BOUT A HUNDRED YEARS AGO SOMETHING dreadful happened in the mountains near Tibet A beautiful young girl called Lady Agatha Farlingham was sleeping peacefully in a tent pitched on a ledge below the summit of a mountain known as Nanvi Dar Beside her wearing a green woolly nightcap against the bitter cold slept her father the Earl of Farley and in another tent close by slept their three porters tough natives of the Himalayas who carried their baggage and looked after them The Earl had come to the roof of the world to search for rare and unknown plants that grew only in these high and dangerous places He was a famous plant hunter and he liked his daughter Agatha too much to leave her at home in England
doing all the boring things that girls had to do in those days like painting pictures of ruins or taking walks with their governess or visiting the poor who often preferred to be left alone Soon after midnight on that awful night Lady Agatha was woken by a most strange and unearthly sound an eerie and mournful noise like a train with indigestion She sat up pulled her father’s heavy tweed jacket around her shoulders and bravely stepped outside And then it happened Out of the blackness and the snow there loomed a ghastly gigantic hairy THING Before she could even scream a pair of huge brown arms grasped the terrified girl and then the foul beast turned and leaping swiftly back up the sheer side of the mountain vanished out of sight The poor Earl and his porters searched and searched for many days risking death in the cruel blizzards and the raging wind but it was useless The fresh snow had wiped out all possible tracks Only a blue bedsock kicked off by the struggling girl remained to Lady Agatha’s distraught father He took it back to England to his ancestral home at Farley Towers and slept with it under his pillow for the rest of his life And when people asked him what had happened to his lovely daughter he always said she must have lost her memory and wandered away and been buried by an avalanche Because he simply wouldn’t believe what all the porters told him that his daughter had been carried away by a yeti that vile monster who can tear a human being limb from limb or crunch one up in a single bite A creature so terrible and fearsome that it is known as the Abominable Snowman But of course the porters were right Agatha had been carried away by a yeti He had run with her high over the
sacred mountain of Nanvi Dar and all her kicks and struggles and screams felt no more to his brute strength than the hiccuping of a flea Until at last the thin air bitter cold and blind terror brought release and the poor girl mercifully fainted When she came round she knew at once where she was There could only be one place as beautiful as this heaven The sky above her head was a marvelous rich royal blue with little fleecy clouds The grass on which she lay was soft and sweet smelling and studded with beautiful flowers tiny blue gentians golden primulas scarlet lilies Agatha sat up She felt sore and bruised but that was understandable You couldn’t die and go to heaven without feeling a little bit uncomfortable Perhaps I haven’t died after all said Lady Agatha And there was something else that didn’t go with the idea of heaven in the least A few yards away from her sitting so quietly that she had taken it for a boulder or the stump of a huge tree was an absolutely enormous dark brown beast It wasn’t a bear it was much much bigger than a bear It wasn’t a man it was much much hairier than any man And then she remembered A yeti She had been carried away by a yeti over mountains so dangerous that she could never make her way She looked around The air was warm and she saw trees covered in red and white and cream blossoms as big as plates There was a stream crystal clear and bubbly with kingfishers darting about its banks Far above her an eagle circled lazily She was in a broad valley surrounded on every side by sheer jagged cliffs and escarpments Then to her surprise beyond the steep ridges the unmistakable outline of the peak of Nanvi Dar glittering white in the early-morning sun the valley she saw that surrounded
back alone She was trapped here in this secret valley perhaps forever I should feel terribly frightened thought Agatha But feeling frightened is an odd thing You either feel it or you don’t and Agatha didn’t Instead she got up and walked quietly toward the yeti Then she leaned forward and put her hand on the yeti’s arm At once she was buried up to the elbow in long cool silky tickly hair masses and masses of it The yeti leaned forward He blew softly with his lower lip to clear away his hair and then Lady Agatha Farlingham became the first human ever to see a yeti’s face She thought it a most interesting and distinguished face Yetis have huge round intelligent eyes as big as saucers If you stop and look into a yeti’s eyes instead of just running away and screaming you can’t be afraid Yetis also have snub noses and big ears and the ears have a most useful flap on them an ear lid which they can close This saves them from getting earaches in the fierce Himalayan winds and is also useful when they don’t want to hear what people are saying Their mouths are big and generous-looking Best of all are their smiles Before I had seen a yeti smile Lady Agatha would later say I didn’t know what a smile was Not only was the yeti’s smile beautiful it was very very comforting to anyone who might be worrying about being eaten If you want to know what a person eats look at his teeth The yeti’s teeth were white and even and quite flat like the teeth of a very clean sheep and Agatha understood immediately not only that the yeti wouldn’t eat her but that he couldn’t eat her And in fact as she found out later yetis are the strictest and most careful vegetarians
