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0162 Tibet and Turkestan : vol.1
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sahibs cannot sleep without horses to carry their
food and their blankets. Even we cannot walk and
bear burdens in this land; we shall all die.''
''But this stream goes ever in the wrong direc-
tion.''
''It will change—if it does not yet I shall soon
find men—shepherds of the Botmen (Tibetans) or
the Kirghiz, perhaps.''
I felt that Lassoo's talk was good medicine, but
the compass and the maps won the day and carried
us on to further trials. One of our ponies had
dropped just before we changed direction. Another
considerately went down a short time before we
camped, thus assuring us a straw fire for our tea.
The next night, a bitter one in a snow-fall at an
elevation of seventeen thousand five hundred feet,
was cheered by this sort of death-flame. Three
ponies had now eliminated themselves from the
grain equation without help of powder and shot.
By noon of the following day we had clambered out
of the upper defiles of our tempting valley and
found ourselves on a mountain-top, the very abomi-
nation of desolation. Again we looked at the world
from an elevation of eighteen thousand five hundred
feet, and it was not good to behold; magnificent,
but not good. Vast snow-crowned heights, like
gigantic foam billows, met at every point a now
threatening sky. A deep valley looked up at us
from the west, but visible issue there was none.
There was absolutely nothing to suggest a way out
of the wildly massed region of snow save death or
retreat. Again the little leathery face of Lassoo
seemed drawn as by cords, yet composedly he said