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0317 The Pulse of Asia : vol.1
The Pulse of Asia : vol.1 / Page 317 (Color Image)

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ture; according to their own account, they all lived on fish,
waterfowl, and eggs, with a change in the spring to the soft
tips of reeds and rushes, but never a taste of bread. At that
time, and still more in earlier days, the number of Loplik
fishermen was many times as great as the present total popu-
lation of two hundred and fifty. The diminution, according
to their own story, is due to the gradual drying up of the
rivers and lakes, and the consequent decrease in the number
of fish. Part of the people have moved away, so they say;
part have died of small-pox. They fear this disease so in-
tensely that when any one is supposed to be ill with it, they
put food beside him, and then flee to a new village, aban-
doning their reed houses, and even their scanty furniture.

At Abdal, I was quartered in the single mud house among
a dozen reed huts. The kindly people, knowing of our ap-
proach, and perchance thinking of the vast hoards of money
supposed to belong to all Sahibs, had chopped a hole through
a foot or two of ice, and caught some fish. I asked to have
them cooked and served in Loplik fashion. Presently the
mistress of the house appeared with a steaming bowl of fishy
unsalted water.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Why, that's the way you wanted it — our way. We
always drink the water that the fish have been boiled in."

I omitted the Loplik first course that day, though the
boiled fish were excellent.

The fact that a woman should set food before a strange
man showed that Mohammedan law is not strictly observed
here. The greater freedom of home life was refreshing. It
was like a breath from the west when a girl of twelve, who