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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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at Surakwat I had got him to tell me about how many miles
lower down Chong Jangal was, and the general direction in
which it lay, and, marking that point approximately on the
map, I had worked out my own survey down the Oprang River
and calculated that we must be now nearing the meeting-place,
so our next few marches were full of interest and excitement,
and each turn we took I expected to see some signs of the
Yarkand River.
On October 3, then, we continued our march down the
Oprang River; but just when it ought to have struck Chong
Jangal it turned round and went back again, upsetting all my
calculations, and after a very hard and trying day we were still
far from Chong Jangal, although at about noon I thought we
had really reached there. I saw ahead one valley running in
a direction east to west, and another in a northerly direction,
and at the junction a patch of good jungle and grass. This
exactly answered to Turdi Kol's description of the position of
Chong Jangal, and it was a great blow when I found, instead
of the Yarkand River flowing down the valley ahead in a
westerly direction, it was still this Oprang River which flowed
down it in an easterly direction, having deliberately turned
round and gone backwards. It was very trying, because it has
to be crossed and recrossed so many times, and each crossing
becomes more difficult, and even dangerous. Three times that
day, in reconnoitring for a ford, my pony was as nearly as
possible washed off his legs, and the water came over the seat
of the saddle, leaving only the pony's head and the upper part
of my body out of the water, while I was expecting every
minute to have to swim for it. The water, too, was fearfully
cold, for there was not a drop of water in this river that did
not come from the glaciers. And to add to our troubles, a
nasty wind, with clouds of gritty sand, was blowing down the
valley the whole day long. Altogether it was one of the most
trying days I have experienced on a journey, though I ought
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