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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| インドへの陸路 : vol.1 |
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BY DEVIOUS PATHS 233
from the hill by the north-westerly breeze, or they are actually steam-clouds from the spring, the water of which is much warmer than the air. No, indeed ; they 114are neither the one nor the other, but are simply the
114 vanguard of a train of light clouds which are advancing
southwards.
North and north-east fresh ramifications of Kuh-i-Tallhe appear ; one such, not directly connected with the red main group, bears a tabular stratum, which, however, dips a little as usual towards S. 3o° E.
rt Still I seem to hear the ring of bells, but down here
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in the open country not a glimpse of the caravan can be seen. It may be a stored-up echo which still lingers on my tympanum, and that is not improbable, for usually the
Itc ringing sound is always in my ears. I rest a while at a
Iti tiny patch of snow in a fissure, and refresh myself with
its coolness. But something is wrong, and I cannot go on longer in this way. The hours have passed, and the caravan ought to have overtaken me ; at any rate, the
r I sound of the bells should have been borne to me on the
north-west wind, and at least a glimpse of the dark backs
:a of the camels should have shown itself over the hillocks.
Of course I ought to turn back, but I have a rooted
r objection to retrace my footsteps, and I go on as before,
along the camel track. Sometimes I stand still and fancy I hear the sound I have expected so long, but it is only
!~ the wind whistling against the weathered edges of the
r; ridges or against my cap peak, or next time the ring of
my footstep on a stone slab. Again I hear the tinkling sound of a caravan on the march, but I cannot tell whence it comes ; but I halt once more, and the waste lies in dead silence—not a sound is to be heard, not a fly buzzes, and wherever the wild asses of the desert may be resting, they have fled to-day from the neighbourhood of Kuh-inakshir.
In my path rises a mound 5o feet high—a barren slab of limestone with the usual dip to the south-east ; and on its top a cairn has stood at one time, built up of sherds and splinters which lie scattered around. At its foot also runs a path ; I have indeed strayed a while from the trail
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