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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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courtyard, and went off to sleep as fast as I could. It is a
great advantage being able to sleep at night in the open air
without any fear of mosquitoes. Weather hazy and very hot.
*July* 17.— Started at 3.15 a.m., still passing over desert
for four miles, and then, after crossing a small stream, we
travelled through tracts of deserted houses and burial-grounds,
with here and there an inhabited house and some cultivation.
To the left the country was covered with trees, hamlets, and
cultivation. Some three miles from Turfan we passed a
mosque with a curious tower, which looked as much like a
very fat factory chimney as anything else. It was about
eighty feet high, circular, and built of mud bricks, and it was
ornamented by placing the bricks at different angles, forming
patterns. It was built at the southern and eastern corner of
the courtyard of the mosque. The gateway was of the
ordinary Indian pattern.
As I rode past a house, an old Turki invited me in; but
I could not delay the cart. We reached Turfan at 6 a.m.,
putting up at an inn just inside of the southern part of the
Chinese town. As I passed through the street there was a
murmur of "Oroos," "Oroos," and a small crowd of Turkis
and Chinese collected in the inn yard to see me. My boy
was told there was a Russian shop in the Turk city, so I went
over there with a man to guide me. We dismounted at a
shop, and I was received by a fine-looking man, who shook
hands with me and spoke to me in Russian. I told him I was
English. He then took me through a courtyard to another
courtyard with a roof of matting. On the ground were spread
some fine carpets, on which sat some fair-looking men in Turk
dress. None of them looked quite like Russians. They spoke
no language that I knew, and things were rather at a stand-
still, when I heard the word "Hindustani." I said at once,
"Hindustani zaban bol sakta" ("I can speak Hindustani"), and
they sent off for a man. When he appeared, I had a long
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