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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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There was also a good deal of Andijani silk of various
colours. The silk of this place was only white ; I could
find none coloured. I bought a yard, fifteen inches wide, for
sixty tael cents (about three shillings). It is very coarse.
The shops are open towards the street, but divided from it
by a counter, behind which stands the shopman, surrounded
on all sides by shelves, reaching from floor to roof, and
containing rolls of cotton fabrics or silks. These shops are ten
to twelve feet square, and are an improvement on the ordinary
bazaar of an Indian town, but not so good as the Chinese shops.
While walking about looking at the shops, I saw a man
with a different look to the Turks—more of the Hindustani
appearance ; so I addressed him in Hindustani, and to my
delight he answered back. He said he was an Arab Hajji
from Mecca. Some Turks, seeing us standing talking, very
politely asked us over to a shop where there was a seat, so
we had a long talk. The Hajji had travelled through India,
Afghanistan, Persia, Egypt, Turkey, and Bokhara. I asked
him where he was going next. He said wherever Fate led
him. He was at Herat a year ago (1886), and, pointing his
two forefingers at each other and bringing them together till
they nearly touched, said that that was how the Russians
and English were then. Then he let his forefingers pass
each other, and, keeping them parallel, said that was how
Russia and England were now. He then locked his two
forefingers together, and said that was how England and the
Amir of Afghanistan were. He said that this was a poor
country—all jungle, no water, and no bread ; whereas in India
there was plenty of both. I asked him about the tribes of
this part, and he said they were Turks (I could not get a
definite name beside that). At Karashar there are Kalmaks,
and also in the mountains. The Kalmaks are Buddhists. He
asked if my boy was a Tungani, saying they were good men,
but the other Chinese very bad. (He said this, of course,
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