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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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stream. There was a bustling landlord at the inn, who came
out to meet us, and attended to us more in the Manchurian inn-
keeper style than in the usual listless way they have here.
I slept on the ground in the inn yard, as it was too hot
even in the cart. There is one good point to be noted of this
country—there are no mosquitoes or flies in number enough
to trouble one. If there were, travelling in this heat would
be almost unbearable. I should feel very much inclined to
take myself off to the snowy Tian-shan Mountains which
accompany us march by march, exhibiting their cool, refreshing
peaks in the most tantalizing way to us perspiring mortals
down below here.
July 16. — Started at 1.45 a.m., and entered the desert
again at a mile from Liang-ming-chang. The road was very
heavy on account of the sand. We passed several rows of
holes dug in the ground. They were in long lines, the holes
being about twenty yards apart, and from six to eight feet in
circumference. The earth was piled up all round, and as the
holes had been dug some time most of them had nearly
filled up again. In some, however, the sides had been built
up with wood, to form a well. It looked as if an army had
pitched camp here, and had set to work to dig for water.
At seven miles from Liang-ming-chang we crossed some
low hills and entered an extensive plain, well cultivated and
covered with hamlets. This lasted for seven miles, and we
then descended a narrow valley, the hills on either side being
composed of clay, absolutely barren, and very steep and pre-
cipitous in places. A small stream ran at the bottom of the
valley, but the banks were too steep to be cultivated. We
passed a good many ruins of houses and mosques built up
against the cliffs. They had evidently been destroyed by
landslips.
Halted at 7.55 a.m. at Sang-ching-kou, an inn owned by
a Turki. This was the first Turki inn I had visited. The
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