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0142 Tibet and Turkestan : vol.1
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under the horse's belly, let the burden gently down,
urged the animal past the projecting rock, re-
gained the trail, moved forward the loads to some
safe, wide-stretching plain that might measure four
feet in width, where the charge was repacked and
our nervous march resumed. He told the ponies in
their native tongue how he expected to pull them
out of the snarl of packs and rocks into which they
may have fallen. The rest of us did such obvious,
but not always helpful, things as might occur to
strangers looking at some family trouble, but only
those two, Mohammed Joo and the beast, knew
how four-foot was to be rolled over to come up, all-
standing, on some scarce perceptible bench that
broke the smooth face of the steep descent.
Something of remorseful zeal burned, I think, in
the breast of Mohammed Joo, now that we were
thrown helpless on an unknown desert. He had
believed that he would be able to take us to a point
from which the route to Rudok would not be diffi-
cult to pick up. Now, only four days from the
pass which puts one on the plateau, he found that
the mountains and valleys traversed three years
before with Captain Deasey were confused in
memory with thousands of their kind that cover all
this roof-region of the world over which his endless
journeys were ever leading him. The sahibs now
must determine the march which should result in life
or death for all of us. Mohammed Joo would nobly
do his part in nursing the afflicted ponies, prolonging
their lives beyond the span which would reasonably
be measured to them in terms of the hunger and cold
and fatigue which were their daily discipline. Dis-