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0169 Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1
Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1 / Page 169 (Color Image)

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Chinese post, proved more helpful than the Beg's people, and
by 6 a.m. I could start with the most needful loads of baggage
packed on a couple of post-horses. The rest of my camp was
to follow as soon as the needed animals had been secured. I
was glad to leave its encumbrances behind, for I knew that at
the other end of my long march a hospitable roof was awaiting
me. A greyish haze covered the sky and effaced all view of
the higher hills to the west, but to the north I could dimly
discern the low broad ridge which is fringed by the cultivated
lands of Opal, our immediate goal.
To reach it we had to cross the river from Gez,the Yamanyar
as it is here called, which, notwithstanding all the water drawn
off for irrigation, still spreads in half a dozen broad branches
over the plain. The water was 4–5 feet deep in most of them,
and the flow so rapid that it required careful guiding of the
animals by special men stationed to assist at the fords, to
effect a safe passage. After an hour I reached the other side
of the broad river-bed, wet above the knees but without
damage to the baggage. Then followed a delightful ride
through the green grazing land that stretches by the side
of the river for several miles. A little Chinese garrison
occupies a dilapidated post at the foot of the low plateau which
bears the lands of Opal. Outside a circular Karaul we
managed to obtain a change of ponies, but the gain in time
it was intended to assure was more than compensated by the
delay which ensued by a quarrel among the post-men. It was
evidently the question who were to accompany me to Kashgar
which excited the commotion. Ultimately I found the baggage
subdivided into four small loads and a villager perched on the
top of each laden animal. I acquiesced in an arrangement
which seemed to solve the difficulty, and had no reason to
regret it, for the little caravan moved gaily along and never
stopped till I reached Kashgar.
Opal is a conglomeration of numerous hamlets spread
between fields and irrigated meadows. To ride along its