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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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The Mongolian camel* has very long hair in winter, which it
sheds in summer. A few years ago a European merchant
travelled through Southern Mongolia and established a trade
in this wool, so that now the Mongols and Chinese caravan-
men save it up instead of wasting it, as formerly, and bring
it in for sale at Kwei-hwa-cheng.
I was warned to look out for robbers about here. Some
uncanny-looking gentlemen came prowling about my camp
one day, and the guide told me to keep my eye well on
them and have my revolver ready. I was in some anxiety
about my Chinese boy, Liu-san. He knew I must have a lot
of money with me, though he did not know exactly where,
for I hid it away in all sorts of places ; one lump of silver in
a sack of flour, another in an empty beef-tin, and so on. So
I was at first afraid that if a loaded revolver were given him,
he might make it very unpleasant for me one day in the
wilds. So, to inspire awe of our party in outsiders, I gave
him an unloaded revolver ; but afterwards, thinking that doing
things by halves was little good, I loaded it for him, and told
him that I had the most complete trust in him. He and I
must be true to each other ; I would look after him, and he
must look after me. The plan answered admirably ; he used
to swagger about with the revolver, showed it to everybody
he met, and told the most abominable lies about the frightful
execution he could do with it. Nobody can lie with such
good effect as a Chinaman, and as he told the gaping Mongols
and Turkis, that though he could only bowl over about twenty
men at a time with his weapon, I was bristling all over with
much more deadly instruments, they used to look upon me
with the greatest awe, and I never had the semblance of a
disturbance on the whole of my journey.
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