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0159 Tibet and Turkestan : vol.1
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sand, on the hillsides, that now bore, here and there,
only a little furze like the three days' beard on a
man's chin.
Night came on, and our stream had left us by
burying itself alive. We turned up a side valley
and pitched camp in the dark, all very blue. We
had not filled the rubber bed in the morning, and
all my previous exhortations in respect to water
bottles resulted only in two—mine and Achbar's.
Two pints of water for seven men. Achbar's bottle
went to the men. They would not accept the
whiskey I offered, and whose use under such cir-
cumstances I thought even the Prophet himself
would have allowed; but he was not there to make
a dispensation.
And now the worst of it came. Poor Anginieur
had been always more affected by the altitude than
the rest of us. He was forced to open his lips for
breathing. We had been riding for days into the
teeth of a cruel wind, which, I suppose, inflamed
the exposed tonsils and made things worse. It was
impossible to keep warm enough for continuous
sleep at night, though we wore all our day-clothing
and got under everything else available. This lack
of sleep produced general feverishness, and now a
long night had to be passed with only one cup of
water, a body temperature of 103° F., and an
atmospheric temperature of —20° F.
My little stock of medicines had not seemed to
be selected to meet this case, though they had been
rather liberally applied during the past few days.
Moreover, I never treat Europeans with the same
confidence which spreads from patient to doctor