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0211 The Pulse of Asia : vol.1
The Pulse of Asia : vol.1 / Page 211 (Color Image)

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of the road where "the crooked had been made straight,
and the rough places plain," in honor of the governor's pil-
grimage to meet the foreigner.

I shall not attempt to describe my two weeks' stay in
Khotan. Other travelers have told of the crowded weekly
bazaar, the good-natured people, the Wednesday festival in
honor of the life-giving river, and the houses, dress, and
manners of the Chantos. Nor is it necessary to tell of Chi-
nese official dinners with over thirty courses, of all of
which I partook, including fat fish-skin, rotten eggs, and
green algæ from the rice-fields. I was impressed by the
strength and civilization of the Chinese, and by the simi-
larity of their attitude toward the Chantos to that of the
English toward the people of India.

After Mr. Barrett's arrival in Khotan, we returned almost
to Pujiya, and betook ourselves once more to the mountains,
among the semi-nomadic people of the pasture zone, who
live in tents or in caves of loess. On August 5, twelve days
after leaving Khotan, we crossed the Yurungkash River near
Nissa, on the rough, loose timbers of the only bridge within
hundreds of miles, and climbed in a heavy rain to a won-
derful upland. The next day was remarkably clear, and as
I stood there on the soft, green, loess-covered slope of the
Pisha basin, 14,000 feet above the sea, I saw at a glance the
lofty mountains bordering the plateau, the pasture zone,
the desert mountains among which lie the terrace villages,
and the deserts of gravel and sand whence comes the haze.
There was no life or movement, save where a flock of black
goats and brown or white sheep were herded near a felt
tent far down the gentle incline of the verdant mountain