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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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Liu-san's propensity for fibbing was not always so fortunate,
and he used to annoy me considerably at times by telling
people that I was a man of great importance, with the object,
of course, of enhancing his own. I used to see him button-
hole a grave old Turki, and tell him in a subdued whisper,
with mysterious glances at me, that I was "Yăng-ta-jĕn," the
great man Young(husband), an influential envoy from Peking,
and that the utmost respect must be shown to me. Then he
would pretend to be very obsequious to me, and bow and kow-
tow in the most servile manner. It was hard to know whether
to be angry with him or to laugh over it; he was always so
very comical about it. There would be a twinkle in his eye
the whole time, and now and then, while all this was going
on, he used to say to me in English (his English), "I think
master belong big gentleman; no belong small man." He
thought I was a big gentleman quite off his head, though,
to go wandering about in such out-of-the-way places, instead
of staying comfortably at home; and he used to say, "I
think master got big heart; Chinese mandarin no do this."
In this part of the country we used to see a great many
herds of deer—the Chinese huang-yang—and the Mongol
hunters have a very curious way of shooting them. They set
up a long row of big stones, placed at intervals of about ten
yards apart, across the usual track of the deer; the deer, as
they come along over the smooth plain, are so surprised at
such an extraordinary sight that they pause and have a look
at the curious phenomenon. Then the wary Mongol hunter,
crouching behind one of these stones, applies the slowmatch
to the flash-pan of his matchlock and shoots the nearest
deer.
We passed several Mongol temples and Lamaseries, white-
washed and clean looking. On the top of a mound near one
of our camping-grounds I saw a peculiar small temple or
tomb, which I examined more closely; it was a rough heap
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