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0172 The heart of a continent : vol.1
The heart of a continent : vol.1 / Page 172 (Color Image)

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in this country, would form a lake, but there was no sign of
water. One mile beyond, the road divided, the right-hand
one going to Urumchi. We halted at 12.10 at Tuan-yen-kou
(110 li), a house and inn situated at the foot of the range,
which forms the western boundary of the plain. Water here
particularly bad, and smelt horribly. Quite a good inn for these
parts, as one room in three had a door to it—no windows yet,
though, and during a thunderstorm the rain came through the
roof as through a sieve. Started at 5.20, turning off in a south-
westerly direction, and still passing over the plain for four miles,
when we ascended the stony slope of the surrounding hills.
It was a long trying pull of about nine miles, not steep, but
continuous. We passed thirty donkeys, laden with grapes
from the Turfan district, going to Hami. Donkeys are very
plentiful in this country, and seem to be the only animals
used for packs. The Turkis are very seldom seen on a pony;
it is always a donkey they ride. At 10 p.m. we reached the
end of the slope and entered the hills, descending very
gradually down a gorge in a direction somewhat south of west.
There were two or three houses at the entrance, but no inn.
As usual, the hills were perfectly bare. Halted at 3.20 a.m.
(13th) at Hsi-yang-chê. From 4.40 a.m. on the 12th to 3.20
a.m. on the 13th we have done 230 li, travelling seventeen hours
twenty minutes, and resting five hours ten minutes. The two
cart-mules went well throughout, the ponies not so well. These
mules are certainly very good for cart work. Cloudy day
Thunderstorm in afternoon. Cool night.

*July* 13.—We started at 12.40 p.m., descending at first a
narrow and precipitous gorge. The hills on either side rose
in cliffs of six or seven hundred feet high. After two and a
half miles, we left the hills and descended a barren, gravelly
slope. At 10 p.m. we passed a deserted inn where the road
divided, and the carter was uncertain which to take. We
wandered about the plain for some hours, and then I ordered