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0166 Tibet and Turkestan : vol.1
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And here is such a seat as Icy Death would sit upon
for throne.
In a day and a half we were again camped in the
big valley near the point where we had left it, an
unusually fine grass-patch near us, abundant water
at our feet, and a fair supply of yak dung, garnered
there by passing decades. On the way down we
had proposed to Mohammed Joo and Lassoo that
they should go alone down the good stream to seek
help, while the rest of us remained in camp, thus
avoiding transport of five men and our European
necessities, tent, and heavier bedding. They
eagerly assented. Indeed, it was evidently the
only course possible. We had now just one bushel
of grain. That would keep two horses going several
days, and at good speed, but it would last eight
horses only two days, at half rations. Lassoo was
calmly confident that he could return in six days.
Just why he said six instead of sixteen I don't know,
unless he merely wanted to comfort us, for we could
live comfortably for ten days on the food remaining
to us, and we hoped the idle horses might keep their
life-sparks burning by consumption of the grass.
Our two messengers then fared forth to ask of the
silent mountains whether we were to be granted a
few more years of respiration, of see-saw 'twixt pain
and pleasure. How grave it all seemed to us!
How indifferent to the dumb world around us!
How petty to the babbling world of men to which
we once belonged! Perhaps a few broken hearts
there, grief-filled for a season, then the salve of
time and routine, then, for them also, the sovereign
cure-all, death.