text_original: The English had to make their way through the awful pass of Koord Cabul. This stupendous gorge runs for some five miles between mountain ranges so narrow, lofty and grim, 1842. THE RETREAT FROM CABUL. 251 that in the winter season the rays of the sun can hardly pierce its darkness even at the noontide.
text_transcription: THE ENGLISH HAD TO MAKE THEIR WAY THROUGH THE AWFUL PASS OF COURT KABUL THIS STUPENDOUS GORGE RUNS FOR SOME FIVE MILES BETWEEN MOUNTAIN RANGES SO NARROW LOFTY AND GRIM THAT IN THE WINTER SEASON THE RAYS OF THE SUN CAN HARDLY PIERCE ITS DARKNESS EVEN AT THE NOONTIDE
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