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0129 The Pulse of Asia : vol.1
アジアの鼓動 : vol.1
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or strength to bury him; they simply wound him in cloth,
and laid him on the ground with his face toward Mecca.
At the top of the pass our caravan halted, as its predecessors
have done for ages. Our pious Mohammedan servants
gathered around the roughly squared heap of stones which,
though a hundred miles from the nearest habitation, marks
the boundary between India and China, the two most
populous countries of the globe. Each man took one of
the round, flat Ladakhi home-cakes, broke it in two, laid
half with a handful of dried apricots as an offering on the
stones, and ate the other half with another handful of apri-
cots. There was no fanaticism about it, simply reverent
gratitude to Allah for bringing them safely to the top of the
dreaded pass. Even the despised Buddhist and the half-
tolerated Christian were invited to share in the offering, and
in the short prayer which concluded with reverent stroking
of the beard in memory of the Prophet.
A short distance beyond the pass, there were jolly shouts
from the men as we came upon the last pair of the sixty-
eight abandoned bales of the unfortunate caravan which
preceded ours. They contained dates, very dry, but large
and sweet. As one bag was open, each man took a handful.
Rasul said to me in Turki:—
"We have crossed the pass in safety. Now Allah has
given us something to make us glad. We had no tea this
morning. Now he has given us dates. The 'kismet' [for-
tune] of the Sahibs is good."
That night snow began to fall; when the last man, who
was supposed to have charge of the weakest animals, ap-
peared at camp long after dark, two ponies were missing.