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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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now hilly, and covered with copses of wood—oak and birch.
Nothing could have been more like an English country scene,
and on the edges of these copses we regularly found some
excellent pheasant-shooting. All day long, too, flock after
flock of geese flew by us overhead, making towards the south.
Usually these were a long way out of shot, but on a windy
day they would often be forced down so as just to top the
hills, and then from the summit we would get a shot at them
as they flew over.
We once more crossed the Sungari, and on October 13
reached Sansing, an older town than those we had recently
passed through, and with much less life and bustle about it.
Very good furs, however, were to be obtained here, and, as hard
winter might be on us any day now, we fitted ourselves out with
long loose sheepskin coats, reaching well down to the ankles.
Sansing is the furthest inhabited place of any importance in
the direction of the Amur. The Sungari is here quite navigable
for boats of considerable size, and consequently the Chinese
had erected near by some fortifications of considerable strength.
We rode out to see them, and I was astonished to find a fort
constructed of earthwork, and planned on the most approved
European lines, and armed with Krupp guns of six or seven
tons' weight. We walked straight into the fort, looked all
round it, found a Chinese soldier walking inoffensively about,
and asked him to unlock the doors of the magazine, which he
proceeded to do; and then, having finished our inspection of
the fort, we were going quietly away, when the colonel of the
regiment stationed in it sent out and begged us to come in to
tea. He was most kind and hospitable, but in the middle of
the tea came a messenger who had ridden in hot haste from
Sansing, with an order from the general there to say that
we were on no account to be allowed inside the fort. This
was most embarrassing. And, having seen all that was to be
seen, we assured our host, with every mark of sincerity, that,
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