National Institute of Informatics - Digital Silk Road Project
Digital Archive of Toyo Bunko Rare Books

> > > >
Color New!IIIF Color HighRes Gray HighRes PDF   Japanese English
0141 Tibet and Turkestan : vol.1
Tibet and Turkestan : vol.1 / Page 141 (Grayscale High Resolution Image)

New!Citation Information

doi: 10.20676/00000231
Citation Format: Chicago | APA | Harvard | IEEE

OCR Text

minutes, we mourned for our guide. But it is one
of the fixed laws of travel in a foodless, fireless,
houseless, roadless land that no feeling, however
sacred, can be indulged, standing still. "Move
on!" That is Alpha and Omega as you must learn
them there, provided you wish to remain You. So
it was that, cursing Caliban lightly for the bad heart
that was in him and for his evil face, yet hoping he
might not suffer on his long journey homeward, we
saddled up and began to speer a way outward and
onward.

We said we must travel south-westward—toward
Rudok—and we hoped to find trace of some path,
or an occasional pile of stones laid by the hand of
man. It was a grievous job, I remember, getting
out of the valley. The gorge, which was its vermi-
form appendix, was attempted by us, but refused us
admission, scattering boulder behind boulder. So
we turned away from it, and climbed out, having to
unload the ponies and man-handle our goods in the
first quarter mile, covering, all told, about a mile
of progress in three hours of labour. Some of the
ponies were badly shaken up and bruised from fall-
ing, but we had lost none. Here, as in the Polu
gorge, Mohammed Joo ranged on the field, a valor-
ous Achilles, saving, not destroying.

More than once our most precious packs had trem-
bled to their fall, as the ponies slipped and gripped
against a thousand-foot roll down the luring slope,
which seeing I, at the rear, unable to pass, could but
cry out for our Achilles, who then, holding in some
spider-fashion to the face of the steep, found his
way to the point of peril, got foot-hold or hand-hold