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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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not to complain so much as the unfortunate men, who had to
wade through the icy water.
The Gurkhas managed to clamber along the hillsides like
goats, but, unfortunately, at the end of the day they were at the
other side of the river to our camp. We had halted because
we had not been able to find a ford ; for the water had risen,
as it always does in the afternoon, on account of the melting
of the glaciers during the day. I was very anxious as to how
I should get them across, and was just mounting a pony to
try the stream, when the first two Gurkhas appeared on the
other side, and, without cogitating about it for half an hour,
as I had done, promptly proceeded to wade through the water
in the most happy-go-lucky way. I shouted to them to stop
till I had tried the depth, but on account of the roar of the
water they did not hear. How they got through I don't know,
for the water came nearly up to their armpits ; it was icy cold,
the current very strong, and the bottom covered with boulders,
and I know from our experiences in Manchuria what that
means. However, they got across all right, and landed with
a broad grin on their faces, as if crossing rivers was the greatest
possible joke. I then rode across, leading another pony with
me. I took up one Gurkha behind me from the other side,
and mounted the remaining two on the second pony, which
I brought across. We then started back. Once or twice my
pony gave some ugly lurches, and I thought we were gone ;
but we got across all right, and I gave the Gurkhas a drop of
whisky all round to cheer their stout little hearts.
We arrived at Chong Jangal at last, but found no Turdi
Kol, no supplies, and no letters. I thought we were never
going to arrive there. We rounded spur after spur, and at each
I expected to see the Yarkand River, and Chong Jangal on the
other side. In the afternoon, after rounding a great bend of
the Oprang River, we entered a wide pebbly plain, and in the
distance could see an extensive jungle. I thought it might
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