IIIFカラー高解像度
国立情報学研究所 - ディジタル・シルクロード・プロジェクト
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| India and Tibet : vol.1 | |
| インドとチベット : vol.1 |
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引用情報
100 SIMLA TO KHAMBA JONG
true, that I was going to see Darjiling. I had therefore
no enthusiastic send-off." But I had what was better,
the heartfelt good wishes of the Viceroy, who has known
the conditions under which frontier officers work, and has
been more interested in the problems which confront them
than any other Viceroy for many a year past. I was also
greatly cheered, and subsequently most warmly and con-
tinuously supported, by Sir Louis Dane, the Foreign
Secretary, whose hospitality I had enjoyed during my stay
in Simla.
The journey from Simla to Darjiling by Calcutta was
a curious beginning for an expedition to the cold of the
Himalayas. The monsoon had not yet broken. The heat
of the railway journey was frightful. At Calcutta the
temperature was almost the highest on record. And we
hurried on, for I was impatient, not only to be out of
the heat, but to be getting to work.
At the very outset I looked forward to one experience
of, to me, peculiar interest. My life through, mountains
have excited in me a special fascination. I was born
in the Himalayas, within sight of the Kashmir Moun-
tains ; and some inexplicable attraction has drawn me
back to them time after time. Now that I was called
upon to pierce through the Himalayas to the far country
on the hither side, I was to make my start from that
spot, from which of all others the most perfect view is
to be obtained. Darjiling is now known throughout the
world for the magnificence of its mountain scenery, and
fortunate it is that such a spot should be now so easily
accessible.
As in the earliest dawn I looked out of the train
window, to catch the first glimpse of those mighty
mountains I had to penetrate, I saw far up in the sky a
rose-tinged stretch of seeming cloud. All around was
level plain. The air was stifling with the heat of a
tropical midsummer. But I knew that pinky streak across
the sky could be nothing else than the line of the
Himalayas, tinted by the yet unrisen sun. It gave me
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