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0218 Overland to India : vol.1
インドへの陸路 : vol.1
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146   OVERLAND TO INDIA

CHAP.

the coachman Ekber, for both sat amicably side by side on

the box when we commenced the day's journey. And

now we had a guard of honour of three soldiers, and there-

fore all the recruits we met rendered military salutes.

Our route runs up to a small mound whence the valley

of the Senjan-chai is seen below us, and to the south of it

a veiled range with clouds around its crest and mist at its

base. To the north are snowclad mountains, over the

river valley sweeps dusky mist, and the sky is overcast

with dense clouds.

We get safely over a deep ravine with a terribly

defective bridge, but a little farther the right front springs

snap with a jolt, and the vehicle is patched up with rope

and a pole—it was well that the accident did not happen

before. Beyond the village Yengi-jai the horses tried to

run away, scared at the sight of a comrade that had fallen

and had been skinned ; I was not surprised that they

shrank from the loathsome carcase. The troopers of the

escort came up in a stiff file and executed all kinds of

contortions over the horse, bending down with their hands

on the ground, swinging their legs over the horse's head,

wrestling and brandishing their rifles in the air.

On the right, on the valley floor, begins Chara, a suc-

cession of villages and gardens situated on the banks of

the Senjan-chai. Among them may be noticed Bare and

Nizamabad, the latter named, it seems, after Nizam-ul-

Saltaneh. A comparatively lofty group of the southern

mountains is called Ashdate-dagh, and is entirely covered

with snow. Now the road follows the very edge of the

steep river terrace, which seems as though it might fall in

at any moment. At its base the river pours in a small

cascade over a sill of boulders. The valley contracts ; we

have been mounting up all day long, as yesterday, and it

feels chilly in the sharp head wind. Before us appear the

outlines of the grey mud houses of Senjan, and we pass

the guristan of the town, where the graves are marked by

horizontal slabs, not by upright stones. Two monuments

over graves of Seids are adorned with green glass cupolas.

A street leads to the entrance of a bazaar arcade where

the outer horses are unharnessed, that we may not take