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0212 The heart of a continent : vol.1
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the Afghan Aksakal eyed me closely, to see if there were any
signs of a scrimmage with the Russian, and when I told him
that M. Petrovsky was coming on the following morning to
return my visit, he seemed relieved. I said I should want the
room I was occupying made respectable to receive him in, and
he immediately darted off in his usual impetuous manner, saying
he would arrange everything. Shortly afterwards good carpets,
chairs, a table, teapot, cups, saucers, and plates, came pouring
in, and the room was in a few moments transformed into a
civilized abode.

On the following morning the consul, with an escort of
sixteen mounted Cossacks and the Russian flag, rode into the
serai. We had another long conversation together, and it was
a great pleasure to talk again with a European, after so many
months of travel. M. Petrovsky is an especially interesting
man to talk with, and I was sorry I could not stay longer in
Kashgar to see more of him.

But, Liu-san having arrived with the cart, I had to start
off again for Yarkand. Liu-san had fulfilled his contract, and
landed everything in Kashgar exactly in the time stipulated—
forty days from Hami—a good performance, with which I was
very much pleased. Between Kashgar and Yarkand there was
nothing of special interest that had not been noted by previous
travellers. We had made the turn southwards, and now the
Pamir Mountains, instead of being straight in front of us, were
passed by on our right hand.

On August 29 we reached Yarkand, and were met outside
by the Kashmir Aksakal and a large number of Indian traders,
who had heard that an English officer was coming to Yarkand,
and had come out to meet me. An Englishman always gets
a warm welcome from natives of India in foreign countries. I
have been told that it is all because of self-interest, and that
they merely do it because they hope to get something out of
him. Possibly this may be so, but I prefer to think that there