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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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at home to see in what poverty this highly educated man lived,
and to what straits he put himself in the exercise of his calling.
Soon after we arrived he was dining with us, and the next
morning when he came to see us he said he had slept much
better that night. I asked him how it was he had done so, and
he replied he thought it must be from having had some meat
to eat at dinner with us. Then it was we found out that he
lived on bread and vegetables only, for he had not more than
ten or twelve rupees a month to spend, and lived in the merest
hovel, which the Chinese had lent him. Of course, after that
he always had one, and generally two meals a day with us, and
we were delighted at the opportunity of having his company.
Beech and Lennard returned from a trip to Maralbashi
before Christmas, so we were able, with them and with the
Russian consul, his secretary, his son, the Cossack officer of
the escort, and Père Hendriks, to have a good-sized dinner-
party on Christmas Day. Beech had a wonderful tinned plum-
pudding, which went off with an explosion when it was opened
on the table, and I had another, which a kind friend in India
had sent up, and which arrived on Christmas Eve, so we were
able to show our Russian friends what "le plum-pudding
anglais," which they had heard so much about but never seen,
was really like.
Beech soon set off to Russian Turkestan, and was most
hospitably entertained there by the governor-general and
every other official whom he met, and came back in April
much impressed with his reception. Then he and Lennard
departed for the Pamirs to shoot Ovis poli, seventeen head of
which magnificent animals they managed to bag.
At this time my life was saddened by two of the hardest
blows which can befall a man. Both of them were sudden and
unexpected, and in that far-away land letters from my friends
took many months to reach me, and only came at intervals of
weeks together. I longed to be home again once more, and
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