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0379 The Pulse of Asia : vol.1
アジアの鼓動 : vol.1
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doi: 10.20676/00000233
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I had supposed that in Turfan I should be free from the
attentions of officials. It was disappointing, when we were
camped far out in the desert, to have some horsemen bring
presents of fruit, eggs, milk, ducks, sheep, raisins, dried
melon, and little peanuts, the last considered a great deli-
cacy, recently introduced by the Chinese. I did not object
to the presents, but it was a nuisance to have to be encum-
bered with four or five men who had been ordered to search
out the stranger in the remotest desert and provide him with
all the needed and un-needed comforts of life until they
brought him safe to the halls of the officials. At Lukchun,
the most prosperous town of Turfan, I dined with the
"Wang," or "Tributary King," who with two hundred re-
tainers lives in a colossal cube of mud. He goes up to Pekin
once in six years to "bow the head to the Grand Khan," as
he put it. The Wang was a bright, attractive boy of seven-
teen, and we had much conversation in his native tongue,
Turki. Though he rules but ten thousand people, he exacts
absolute and unquestioning obedience with the air of one
absolutely convinced of the divine right of kings. He grew
confidential during our various talks, and told me how the
local Chinese officials were jealous of his hereditary rights
in so rich a region. He sometimes wakes at night, so he
said, with a nightmare of the grim provincial treasurer, the
Fan-tai, clutching at his throat. He proudly asked my
opinion about the merits of his twenty rifles, with which,
I judge, he vaguely hopes to be a match for the Chinese.
North of Lukchun I ascended a magnificent red canyon in
a little range of mountains at the base of the main northern
range, and later came down another of the same sort. A