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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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From this first tour through the Himalayas I came back
with the exploring fever thoroughly on me, and I plunged
incessantly into books of travel. Very fortunately, too, just
a few months later on, in the cold weather of the same year,
I found some small scope for my superabundant energies in
a three months' reconnaissance which I was sent to make
upon the Indus and towards the Afghan frontier; and then,
after being attached for some weeks to the Quarter-Master
General's department under the present Sir William Lockhart,
for the durbar in honour of the Amir of Afghanistan, I was
sent to Simla as an attaché in the Intelligence Department,
and ordered to revise the "Gazetteer" of the Kashmir frontier.
Here was most congenial work, for it dealt with all the
approaches to that mysterious land of Yarkand and Kashgar
which had so fascinated me at Dharmsala, and of which I
had so often heard in connection with my uncle, the explorer.
The fine library of books of travel in every part of Asia
which was now at my disposal was yet another incentive to
exploration, and many were the schemes which I revolved
in my mind that summer of 1885 at Simla.
But the immediate cause of my first big journey was
Mr. James.* It was by the greatest piece of good fortune
that we came together. We met first at a dinner-party, and
the conversation between us turned on Yarkand and Kashgar.
(I would beg my readers thoroughly to impress upon their
minds the position of these places, for their names will
frequently be mentioned throughout this book.) I naturally
waxed eloquent on the subject, and a week or two afterwards
we again met at dinner, and again talked about the same
places. And then, after a few days, on one Sunday afternoon
Mr. James walked into my house and asked me if I would
go a journey with him. Nothing was said as to where we
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