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| Across Asia : vol.1 | |
| アジア横断 : vol.1 |
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引用情報
RECORDS OF THE JOURNEY
My cook had a good deal of trouble yesterday in securing even very modest night April loth.
quarters for us. The houses, on which the signboards of inns appeared, were such filthy Tyngtja myng
hovels that I preferred to ensconce myself in a litter or an arbah. At last the cook village.
discovered a dirty little house in a back street, but as soon as we got there the old hag who
owned it began to raise objections. She refused to let me have the »kang» in the only pos-
sible room and all the persuasion and amazing patience of my Chinese proved unavailing.
However, I hit upon the right way and said that I had no objection to sharing the kang with
her. With a volley of oaths the old hag snatched up her blankets and disappeared into
another building. We went through a regular nightmare. She ordered us about the whole
evening, picked quarrels and made no end of fuss, so that it was with a sigh of relief that I
pulled on my fur-coat this morning and shook the dust of the place off' my shoes. The
mandarin, who had provided me with smoked mutton and pork yesterday, had ordered
out no less than 4 »jais» to escort me. If it was his intention that they should be of some use
to me, I am afraid that he failed in his purpose, for they were almost the worst I had ever
had — and that is saying a good deal.
It was still cloudy, there was a dense mist halfway up the mountains and a cold west
wind was blowing. — From the gate of the town we proceeded in a SE direction towards
the river and soon left the strawberry and cream coloured apricot flowers of the suburb
behind. The ground on this side of the river, plentifully irrigated, was of reddish löss,
the chain of' mountains approximately r /3 of a mile N of the town being brick-red
and bare. There was only an occasional small green slope, on which this year's grass was
beginning to show. We crossed the river about 2/3 of a mile below the town at a place
where it flowed in 3 branches. The largest was 8-9 fathoms wide at 6 a.m. and the water
came 3/4 of the way up my horse's legs. The current was swift and the bottom firm and
slightly stony. The mountains and the ground on the opposite bank were grey, like yest-
erday's, and consisted of rather stony clay and löss. Here, too, we passed through
rows of fruit-trees and across many irrigation canals. Following the river, or rather, the
mountains on the right bank, we rode on in an ESE direction. The valley, a mile or two in
width, grew rapidly narrower. About 7 or 8 miles from the town it was already confined
between spurs of the mountains and the road took us along a narrow ledge a good many
fathoms above it. This place, called »Shao shy hui», with its steep mountain sides and red,
green and other colours, would have been beautiful in another light. As it was, everything
looked grey and dull. »Kekliks» were cackling both above and below us — we longed to
dismount and devote an hour or so to shooting, but were told the road was rough and the
distance to be covered during the day was long.
Coming down from the slope, we crossed the river again close to the little village of
Sungdjahsia. In an instant Tchao, the drivers of the pack-horses and the »jais» had stripped
to the waist and plunged into the foaming river that flowed in a single arm and reached our
horses' bellies. For a time we followed a low ledge of the mountains on the left bank.
They were still red and seemed to be of sandstone. Then we cut across an open, cultivated
and inhabited plain, about 2/3 of a mile in length, and again followed a ledge of a fairly
steep spur of the mountain. On its summit we saw a picturesque miao with many buildings,
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