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0335 The Pulse of Asia : vol.1
The Pulse of Asia : vol.1 / Page 335 (Color Image)

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The following day, we traveled eighteen miles to the ruins
of Lulan, discovered by Hedin. Everywhere we found
patches of pottery and other signs of human occupation.
On leaving the ruins, which Hedin has described most mi-
nutely, we again found pottery for a distance of fifteen miles,
until we left the area of dead vegetation and entered the
zone of piedmont gravel north of the Kuruk Dariya or Dry
River, an old bed of the Tarim River, which once brought life
to the country before it was diverted southward to Abdal.
Forty miles farther west, we again crossed to the south side of
the Kuruk Dariya, and at once found pottery and other signs
of human occupation. During the first few centuries of the
Christian era, luxurious vegetation and prosperous villages
covered the country for scores of miles, as may be seen on
the map; to-day, all is desolation, not a trace of verdure, not
a sign of any living thing, nothing but unending stretches of
weary mesas, large and small, studded with the stubble of
reeds, the dead trunks of poplars, and the gnarled remnants
of old tamarisk mounds. Here, perhaps, more than in al-
most any other part of the Lop basin, the signs of desiccation
are unmistakable; but they must be interpreted with care,
for the Tarim River could again be brought here.
On the morning of January 24, eight days after leaving
Altmish Bulak, we saw the first living poplars since leaving
Abdal four weeks before. By three o'clock, we reached a
great line of sandy mounds fifty feet high, shrouded in a most
vigorous growth of tamarisks, unmistakably a rampart built
up by the wind along the northeastern edge of the zone of
vegetation, which is supported by the interlacing Konche
and Tarim rivers Our month of guideless wandering among