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0106 Tibet and Turkestan : vol.1
チベットとトルキスタン : vol.1
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was made from the profit on a stock worth ninety-
five cents.

During a bad quarter of an hour of wounded
vanity, I wondered whether in the universally re-
duced scale of things the native estimation of my
honor's worth had likewise shrunk to the dimensions
of a rupee. It happened a few miles out of Khotan,
when we were met by a committee of the Hindoo
merchants, all eager to do honour to the friends of
Miles Sahib, who doubtless were mighty sahibs
themselves. As each man advanced, dismounted to
my saddle, there were many "Salaam, salaam,
Sahib," and then I felt a palmed coin drop into my
hand from each welcoming Hindoo grasp. It was
instantly returned, and accepted, without a word on
either side. My rising indignation was well dis-
sembled until it quite disappeared in the light of the
explanation given by Father Hendricks.

'T was tribute money offered to their lord — a
pretty compliment of which the most appreciated
element is the giver's confidence that the coin will
not be kept. Would any save the satiated High-
born release the rupee in his grasp? What a gallery
of pictures was opened to the mind by that touch of
Indian silver on the palm of the Man on Horseback!
I am no longer an humble, khaki-clad, peaceful
traveller, with but a dozen ponies and armoured
only in the courtesy of a Chinese Taotai and of a
British Assistant to the Resident at Srinagar for
Chinese Affairs. Nay, I am a great emperor, my
name it is Timour, it is Aurungzeb, it is Clive; I
am clad in the dress of pomp and of power. In my
hand is a sword which drinks men's blood. For