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0356 The heart of a continent : vol.1
The heart of a continent : vol.1 / Page 356 (Color Image)

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of which exceeded one hundred and forty degrees, the highest
point to which my thermometer reached. The occurrence of
these hot springs is not at all infrequent in these parts.

In the Ash-kuman, Yarkhun, and Lutku valleys of Chitral
there are similar springs, which are much used by the people,
and are believed by them to contain valuable medicinal
properties.

At one spot before reaching the Alichur Pamir, I counted
seventy Ovis poli horns within a quarter of a mile. This, of
course, was an unusually large number to meet with, but every-
where on the Pamirs these fine horns are seen lying about the
valleys and hillsides. The Pamirs, as is well known, are the
home of these magnificent Ovis poli sheep, as big as donkeys,
with horns measuring frequently sixty inches, and in one known
case seventy-three inches, round the curve. The animal stands
over twelve hands in height, and the weight of the head alone,
even when skinned, is over forty pounds.

The Alichur Pamir we found to be an open valley, from
four to five miles in width, and bounded on either side by
barren brown hills. At the time of our visit, grass at the head
of the valley was very scanty ; but lower down towards Yeshil-
kul there were some good pasturages, and a few Kirghiz
encamped by them. It was now our intention to visit a spot
which has since become historic, and indeed was already
historic, though its name had not before been known to the
European world. This was Somatash. Mr. Ney Elias, who
had travelled in this, as he has in almost every other part of
Asia, though the record of most of his travels has never been
published, had heard rumours of the existence of a stone
monument with an inscription on it erected on the shores of
Lake Yeshil-kul (or Lake Yeshil, as one ought really to call it,
the word kul itself meaning "lake"). My Kirghiz friends
corroborated these rumours, and Macartney and I rode off
from Bash Gumbaz to have a look at the stone. We had a