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0169 Tibet and Turkestan : vol.1
チベットとトルキスタン : vol.1
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these were the two diversions, the two clean-picked
bones of discussion.
The story of how the Bible came to Camp Purga-
tory is this: I have told you that before making our
dash up Disappointment Valley we had cast aside
all save the indispensables. Now, we found our-
selves about ten miles below Camp Abandon, im-
prisoned for a time or for eternity. My little library
spoke to me through the solid earth, and I longed
for it. The intricacies, the profundities, the absurdi-
ties which should be found in Kant, Spinoza, Des-
cartes, the Koran, the Bible, Buddha's Meditations
these would lead one away from self, a too intimate
personage when his existence seems threatened.
The little collection had been put in a leather box
and named Kitab, this being Hindustani for book.
Mir Mullah now was sent with two ponies that
could walk to recover Kitab, ten miles away. The
old man had done nothing thoroughly, save his
prayers, but there seemed little chance for error.
"Go back to the abandoned camp and recover
Kitab, also some shoes." We reckoned not, how-
ever, with the possibilities of Achbar's translations
falling upon a mind vacant and now disturbed.
Mir Mullah returned, after a day and a half, bringing
my trunk,—Kitab still ten miles away. Both were
of leather. On this similarity Mir Mullah stumbled.
The trunk contained evening dress, summer clothes,
and the Bible; and weighed twice as much as Kitab;
the wretched pony died of it two days later. The
book had been accidentally separated from its com-
panion volumes. It was ungracious that one, even
nominally a Christian, should curse a Mussulman for