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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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Chinese, Mongols, Kalmacs, Turkis, and others. Large heavily
laden travelling carts would come lumbering through, and
strings of camels from across the desert.
I was looking out for a shop where it was said Russian
goods could be bought. When I found it, I noticed Russian
characters above, and on looking behind the counter was both
surprised and delighted to see a Russian. He shook hands
very heartily with me, and asked me to come inside. He spoke
neither Chinese nor English, but only Russian and Mongol, and
as I could speak neither of those languages, we had to com-
municate with each other through a Chinaman, who spoke
Mongol. This Russian lived in a Chinese house, in Chinese
fashion, but was dressed in European clothes. On the walls of
his room I noticed a flaring picture entitled, the "Prince of
Wales in India," in which everybody had a vermilion com-
plexion, and was dressed in a most gorgeous and impossible
uniform. He told me that trading at this place was not very
profitable. He sold chiefly cotton goods and iron-ware, such
as pails, basins, knives, etc. There had been five Russian
merchants here, but two had gone to Kobolo, and two were
engaged in hunting down Chinese mandarins, to try and get
money which was owing to them.
The next evening I invited the Russian round to my inn to
dinner. Conversation was difficult, but we managed to spend a
very pleasant evening, and drank to the health of our respective
sovereigns. I held up my glass and said, "Czar," and we drank
together. Then I held it up again and said, "Skobeleff," and
so on through every Russian I had heard of. My guest, I am
sorry to say, knew very few Englishmen, but he had grasped
the fact that we had a queen, so at five-minute intervals he
would drink to her Majesty.
Three years later, when I was at Kashgar, I heard that two
Russian merchants residing at Hami had been imprisoned by
the Chinese authorities, and treated in the most terrible
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