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Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1 |
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hurry of the preparations had been overlooked. On the other
hand, it meant a definite start, and duly impressed all
' Ustads ' with the necessity of completing their tasks.
My amiable hosts had made light of my announcement
that the morning of the 4th of September would see my cara-
van on the march and their compound clear of the motley
accession of servants and followers I had brought there.
They had seen several visitors start with a delay of half a day
or more, such as illustrates the delightful dilatoriness of
Central-Asian travel, and were no doubt prompted in their
sceptical predictions also by the wish to extend their kind
hospitality yet a little longer. I was, therefore, not a little
pleased to find that men, camels, and ponies all fell into their
places without much trouble in the early morning. A pre-
liminary weighing of all baggage allowed its quick arrange-
ment and loading. The ' Ustads ' had managed to finish
their labours late on the preceding evening. No time was
taken up with the men's leavetaking—it could be left for the
final move—and thus the caravan, to my friends' surprise, was
ready to start when I joined them at breakfast.
The camels seemed anxious to emphasise their exemplary
punctuality. For loaded as they were, they started off, nobody
quite knew by whose order, before breakfast was finished and
my hosts prepared to take their intended photograph of my
caravan. They had not got far, however, and were promptly
brought back to figure in front of my friend's newly arrived
camera. The Begs, whom the City Prefect or Hsien-kuan of
Kashgar had sent to escort me, were also in attendance, and
gave in their Chinese get-up an additional element of pic-
turesqueness to the scene.
When the procession of trimly packed camels with their
little escort of mounted Begs and servants had passed on for a
couple of miles, I left the hospitable roof of Chini-Bagh, glad
at heart that it was not yet a real goodbye to the friends who
had treated me with such kindness. My way lay past the
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