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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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looks back to on a journey, but few things cheered me so
much in my more dejected moments as the vivid recollection
I used to keep of what I felt were the sincerely meant good
wishes of the friends I was just leaving.
Then I rode out of the gateway and beyond the walls of
Peking, and was fairly launched on my journey. Just a few
pangs of depression and a few spectres of difficulties appeared
at first, and then they vanished for good; and, as the hard
realities of the journey began to make themselves felt, I
braced myself up and prepared to face whatever might occur
without thinking of what was behind.
With me at starting was one Chinese servant who had
accompanied Mr. James through Manchuria, and who was to
act as interpreter, but who afterwards gave up when we came
to the edge of the desert; and a second, Liu-san, who eventually
travelled with me the whole way to India, acting in turn as
interpreter, cook, table-servant, groom, and carter. He served
me well and faithfully, and he was always hard-working and
willing to face the difficulties of the road. And when I think
of all that depended on this, my single servant and companion,
I cannot feel too grateful for the fidelity he showed in accom-
panying me.
For the first two weeks, as far as Kwei-hwa-cheng, the
baggage was carried in carts, while I rode. The day after
leaving Peking we passed through the inner branch of the
Great Wall at the Nankon gate, and a couple of days later
at Kalgan I saw the outer branch. It is a wonderful sight,
this Great Wall of China. I had previously seen it at its
commencement in the sea at Shan-hai-kuan,* and I passed
through it again a march or two west of Kalgan. When I
passed through it at this spot, it had dwindled down to very
insignificant proportions. I describe it in my diary as a
"miserable structure, bearing no resemblance to the gigantic
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