The mountain, called Cailasa Cungri is exceedingly lofty. On its summit there is a Bhowjputr tree, from the root of which sprouts or gushes a small stream, which the people say is the source of the Ganges, and that it comes from Vaicont'ha, or Heaven, as is also related in the Puránas; although this source appears to the sight to flow from the spot where grows this Bhowjputr tree, which is at an ascent of some miles; and yet above this there is a still loftier summit, where no one goes: But I have heard that, on that uppermost pinnacle, there is a fountain or cavity, to which a Jogui somehow penetrated, {208} who, having immersed his little finger in it, it became petrified.--PURANA POORI. _Asiatic Researches_. Respecting the true source of the Ganges much uncertainty still prevails. In vain one of the most powerful sovereigns of Indostan, the emperor Acbar, at the close of the sixteenth century, sent a number of men, an army of discoverers, provided with every necessary, and the most potent recommendations, to explore the course of the mighty river which adorned and fertilised the vast extent of his dominions. They were not able to penetrate beyond the famous _Mouth of the Cow_. This is an immense aperture, in a ridge of the mountains of Thibet, to which the natives of India have given this appellation, from the fancied or real resemblance of the rocks which form the stupendous chasm, to the mouth of an animal esteemed sacred throughout Indostan from the remotest antiquity. From this opening the Ganges, precipitating itself into a large and deep bason at the foot of the mountains, forms a cataract, which is called Gangotri. The impracticability of scaling these precipitous rocks, and advancing beyond this formidable pass, has prevented the tracing whence this rushing mass of water takes its primary rise.--WILCOCKE, _Note to Stavorinus_. {209} _The birth of Ganges._--X. p. 94. I am indebted to Sir William Jones's Hymn to Ganga for this fable: "Above the stretch of mortal ken, On bless'd _Cailasa's_ top, where every stem Glow'd with a vegetable gem, Mahe'sa stood, the dread and joy of men; While Párvati, to gain a boon, Fix'd on his locks a beamy moon, And hid his frontal eye, in jocund play, With reluctant sweet delay. All nature straight was lock'd in dim eclipse, Till _Brahmans_ pure, with hallow'd lips, And warbled prayers, restored the day; When Ganga from his brow, by heavenly fingers press'd, Sprang radiant, and, descending, graced the caverns of the west."