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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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Russians than I had, and been marched off back with them to
Turkestan from the Alichur Pamir. As far as he personally
was concerned, he seems to have enjoyed the trip; he found
the Russian officers very cheery companions; he was asked
to dinner by the Russian governor of Margillan, and altogether
he had a much better time with them than he would have had
with his regiment in the plains of India during the hot weather.
He was able to do some useful work, too, for the Russians
took him by a road which no British officer had traversed
before. Having thoroughly satisfied themselves, the Russians
escorted Davison to the Chinese frontier, and then let him go.
But here a difficulty arose. Davison had with him no passport,
and as he came from Russian territory, the Chinese frontier
official naturally took him for a Russian and wished to stop
him. But the want of such a trifle as a passport was not
likely to stop Davison very long, and he and his man jumped
up on their ponies while the Chinese official was vociferating,
and they galloped off towards Kashgar, scarcely stopping till
they reached the place, where Davison saw the Chinese officials
who had known him before, and explained matters to them.
He then came on to rejoin me on the Tagh-dum-bash Pamir.
Away in the distance down the valley I saw a horseman
approaching dressed in the peaked cap and high boots of the
Russians, and I thought that another Russian was going to
honour me with a visit. This proved, however, to be Davison.
As was the custom with him, he had travelled with wonderful
rapidity, and had only taken ten days to reach Kukturuk from
Kashgar.
We now had to find our way back to India as originally
intended. Colonel Yonoff had barred all the known passes
to me, so our only resource was to discover an unknown pass
—always an easy matter in those parts—for the mountains
there are rarely too difficult for small parties to get over. On
October 5 we set off, therefore, and instead of following up the
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