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0328 The Pulse of Asia : vol.1
アジアの鼓動 : vol.1
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degrees below zero, after a day of severe exertion, would prob-
ably kill him. Accordingly, I started the two men off again,
with the tired little camel loaded with everything necessary,
including fagots and ice. They were to follow Handum's
track till dark, camp where their fire could be seen from
afar, go on till near night the next day, and then, if neither
Handum nor the camels had appeared, turn back, leaving a
cache with his coat, and plenty of wood, food, and ice.

The Ladakhi cook and I remained in camp. Abdur Rah-
man, as he was called, feeling lonely and disconsolate, pre-
pared for the hoped-for return of his companions by cooking
the favorite Ladakhi dish, lumps of highly spiced, heavy
dough boiled in fat, and eaten if possible with buttery Hima-
layan tea. Coming to my tent after sunset, ostensibly to tend
the fire, he was whiling away the time by telling me about it
when we heard a faint halloo borne on the strong west wind.
Hurrying to the top of a bushy hillock, whither our anxious
feet had worn a path that afternoon, we peered into the dark-
ness, and, after vainly shouting into the teeth of the wind,
kindled a big fire. At last, after a disquietingly long interval,
the voice sounded again, near at hand, and in a moment the
firelight showed Handum Bai, with bowed head, striding
wearily through the reeds with the huge two-humped camels
behind him.

He was out of his head. Fatigue, hunger, thirst, and anxi-
ety had unsettled the poor man's wits, never any too keen.
All that we could gather was that he was trying to explain
why he had gone off alone, contrary to orders. The next day
he was able to give a more coherent account, though it was
weeks before he was himself again. Apparently, the camels