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0319 The Pulse of Asia : vol.1
アジアの鼓動 : vol.1
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lowish, mushy material covering most of the pools, we man-
aged to get water which, in that part of the world, is called
drinkable. We were troubled with thirst most of the time,
and the indigestion caused by the salt water lasted a month
or two after we ceased using it. No creature but the wild
camel can drink the wretched liquid habitually. Even upon
that hardy animal it has a marked physiological effect. In
Kuruk Tagh, after leaving the Lop desert, I once dined
on wild camel. The meat was fairly good, like very coarse
beef. Though perfectly fresh, in one sense of the word, it
had become distinctly "corned" because of the salt which
had accumulated in the animal's body from the water.
For eight days eastward from Abdal, we kept close to an
old strand of Lop-Nor, following a caravan road used about
once a year. To the south, barren gravels stretched inter-
minably toward the mountains; to the north, the brownish-
white expanse of the old lake-bed stretched sullen and un-
explored to a sea-like horizon, or faded to nothing in dusty
haze. Nothing relieved the monotony except a sharp lacus-
trine bluff, sixty feet high, rising suddenly from the insig-
nificant zone of vegetation. The zone was a mere strip of
brown reeds, dotted with bright-blue pools of brine, un-
frozen because so saline. At Koshalangza we halted to make
preparations for the plunge into the utterly unknown region
to the north. I estimated from the map that, barring acci-
dents, we ought to reach the salt spring of Altmish Bulak in
six days. The spring lay ninety miles away in an air line, at
the foot of the Kuruk Tagh, or Dry Mountains. There was
no knowing, however, what delays we might encounter, or
how long we might have to hunt for the spring. In such bit-