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0069 Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1
Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1 / Page 69 (Color Image)

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parties of Dards whom I met on the road, and who had brought
their unladen ponies safely across from Astor, I gathered
better news. As the use of coolies meant a complete re-
arrangement of the loads, and still more trouble for the scanty
population of the valley, which had already been obliged to
furnish a hundred carriers for a survey party ahead of me,
I decided to take ponies. These were easily forthcoming, and
on the morning of the 3rd of June I set out from Gurez much
as I had reached it, except that the more delicate instruments,
like theodolite and photographic cameras, were entrusted to
the safer backs of coolies.

The weather had cleared at last, and the march from Gurez
up the side valley of the stream which comes from the Burzil
was most enjoyable. To the south there was the view of the
fine snow-covered mountains which divide the Kishanganga
Valley from Kashmir, while along the route leading north-
wards the slopes of the valley refreshed the eye with their
rich green of Alpine meadows and pine forests. Of avalanches
which had swept down on the road there were many to cross.
But the task of taking the ponies over them was trifling after
the Tragbal experiences. I halted for the night at Pushwari,
and next morning continued the march in the same direction
and amidst similar scenery up to Minimarg.

There, at an altitude of nearly 10,000 feet above the
sea, the valley widens to a little plain with plenty of grazing
and a little collection of huts used by Gujar cattleherds for
their summer quarters. The snow had melted here about ten
days before, and the meadow land was already covered with
young shoots of grass and a variety of hardy Alpine flowers,
mostly old acquaintances from my beloved Kashmir 'Marg.'
But a glance at the telegraph office placed here to keep watch
over the line across the pass was sufficient to show the rigour
of the winter season. Raised high above the ground, and
enclosed with heavy palisaded verandahs and sheds, the build-
ing looked more like a small fort than an office. These
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