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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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my "boy's," and not into some outsider's pocket, so that he at
once became directly interested in the journey. And, in order
to get along quickly, instead of having to go through all that
irritating and irksome process of perpetually nagging away
at the servants and pony-men, which utterly destroys all the
charm of travel, I could go about with my mind at rest,
well assured that my "boy" would be worrying at me to get
up early in the morning, not to delay at starting, and to
go on for another few miles instead of halting at a tempting
place in the evening. I became an impassive log, and
enjoyed myself immensely. It was quite a new sensation to
be able to lie lazily on in bed while breakfast was being got
ready; at the end of breakfast to find everything prepared
for the start; and all the way through to have an enthusiastic
and energetic servant constantly urging me to go on further
and quicker.
The "boy," with the advance he had received from me,
bought up a cart and four animals (two mules and two ponies),
and this carried all the baggage and supplies of the party,
while I rode a pony. The cart was of the description known
in Turkestan as an araba, a large covered cart, with only one
pair of very high wheels. One animal was in the shafts, and
three tandem fashion in front. The weight of the baggage,
supplies, etc. (including a certain amount of grain for the
animals), which the cart carried, was one thousand five hundred
catties (two thousand pounds).
Our start from Hami was made at eight in the evening.
For half an hour we passed through cultivated lands, and
then were in the dead desert again. Away on our right
were the Tian-shan Mountains, but they looked quite bare,
and no snowy peaks were visible; to the left all was desert.
At about twenty miles we passed a small village called
Ta-pu-ma, with the ruins of some barracks; and halted at
4.20 on the following morning at Eurh-pu, a pretty little
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