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0152 Tibet and Turkestan : vol.1
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doi: 10.20676/00000231
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Ten miles is a wide stretch to cross and re-cross,
unless you have nothing else to do. But we wanted
to move forward as rapidly as possible. At about
twelve o'clock noon I left the caravan, which was
near the middle of the valley, agreeing with Angi-
nieur that he should keep the march headed on a
selected peak far in front of us, while I sought for
water near the foot of one of our bounding ranges.
At about four o'clock, finding none, I turned
to rejoin the caravan, and soon reached the line
of the front-and-rear peaks agreed on in the
morning.
The caravan was not seen, nor the trail. For a
time we kept on the supposed line of march, but
when no trail was found and the sun sank low both
horse and I were troubled. Finally, quite against
his will, I turned the animal square across the val-
ley, determined thus to find the trail before dark, or
prove that the caravan had not gone so far. The
poor beast flagged now; he thought I was wrong
and he knew he was tired. But when the tracks
were seen, what an intelligent leap he made! Turn-
ing freely to follow, now forward, he again tried to
gallop. But the fire was gone. Thus we passed
on, hoping every moment to see the caravan in
motion or the tent set for a cheerless night. Then
came a stony stretch, the moon sank in clouds, the
trail was gone.
It was no longer possible to make out anything in
the dark. Just what to do was a puzzle. I must
not stop too long, as that meant sleeping and freez-
ing, but I was very tired; hence I concluded to lie
down for a while, keeping the bridle on my arm.