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0225 Tibet and Turkestan : vol.1
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splendid as to us they seemed, coming out from
months of travel in naked lands.
One starry night we spent in this enchanting spot.
Near by, the Sind curbs his impetuous speed and
purls a gentle way, while his valley opens a gracious
door to those who come up from the flat, teeming
field below. The morning gave us sunshine, fresh
eggs, good ponies, and light hearts. To ask more
than this is avarice. And now if the eye were for a
moment sated with the leafy luxury spread before
it, there were men and women to gaze upon—clear
eyes, graceful garments, upright mien, and some-
what of that Caucasian cleanliness which avouched
them as our kin.
Neatly uniformed natives were directing road-
gangs to smooth the path of commerce, and then
I knew that I smelled the blood of an English-
man, and, dead or alive, I should soon find him.
Ere an hour's ride had ended, ponies were seen
bearing such truly squared kit-boxes as are unknown
to native caravans, and coolies were met, shoulder-
ing gun-cases which fairly cry out in leathery tongue,
"We were made in England!" Lassoo and Achbar
mingle in the train: "This is a Sahib's caravan?"—
"Of course."—"And the Sahib?"—"He is there."
Aye, there he was, and the very back of him all
British, from the comfortable outing-gear which he
wore, to his imperturbable tread which puts sur-
veyors' marks on the vale of Kashmir and makes it
an extension of Regent's Park. His welcome was
not the less courteous, but his measured surprise
was the greater when the two white men who bore
down upon him proved to be not British, but a