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Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1 |
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continually. The yaks carried me and my instruments easily
enough to the long ridge which crowns the hill and is seen
in the foreground of the view reproduced on p. 89 ; but it was
only after a long wait, made trying by the cold wind which
passed through all my thick clothing, that the clouds lifted
sufficiently to permit of satisfactory work. Then glacier after
glacier emerged from the great white wall to the north and east
formed by a succession of ice-crowned peaks, the worthy rivals
of Muztagh-Ata ; the deep valley of the Ekkibel-su, which
drains Muztagh-Ata from the north, also lifted its veil, and by
3 p.m. the tiring work on the wind-swept height was rewarded
by a complete round of accurately fixed views which, I could
hope, would prove a useful supplement and check to the plane-
table work. That in the midst of the operation the tangent
scale of the photo-theodolite broke, and had to be replaced
with what primitive tools I managed to procure about my
person, was an incident taxing what little I possess of
mechanical skill. It was no surprise that my benumbed
fingers, while replacing the scale, broke one of the cross-hairs
of the camera. But this mishap was repaired too, thanks to
the ample supply of delicate threads of hair which Mrs. W.'s
kindness had provided in Gilgit.
It was bitterly cold by the time I descended, and all the
more grateful I felt for the shelter of my little tent. Its
warmth was increased by the use of a small "Stormont-
Murphy Arctic Stove," burning cakes of compressed fuel, with
which I had provided myself from the Military Equipment
Co., London. Thus comfortably ensconced within my tent-
walls of 8 feet square, it was a pleasure to work away till mid-
night at a mail that was to carry my news to distant friends.
On the 17th of July I awoke to a gloriously clear morning.
Without a speck of cloud or mist the gigantic mass of
Muztagh-Ata towered above my camp. I had counted on
this chance for my projected visit to its higher slopes. The
rain of the previous days had interfered with the Sub-Surveyor's
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