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Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1 |
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and how by a miracle the slain bodies of the faithful were
found turned towards Mecca, whereas the sand swallowed up
the remains of the infidels. Half a mile to the west there
rises a stack of high poplar staffs, marking the supposed
resting-place of the sainted king. Like the staffs over all
Ziarats in the country, they were covered with little flags and
rags of all kinds, ex-votos of pious pilgrims. In a depression
about half-way to the proper 'Mazar' is the well used by
the attendants of the shrine. They all claim to be descen-
dants of the Sultan. Low mud walls on a flat piece of
ground, a little to the west of the line of sandhills now
approaching the extant houses, were shown to me as the
remains of a former settlement. These ruins probably mark
the position of houses which have been overwhelmed at a pre-
vious date by the advancing dunes and left bare again when
the latter had passed by in their gradual movement to the
south-east. The same process may repeat itself in due time
with the present houses of Ordam-Padshah.
Notwithstanding the holiness of this curious place of
pilgrimage my men were anxious to leave it as soon as
possible. So my caravan was already far ahead when I
started from Ordam-Padshah. The route to Yarkand lay
to the south via Hazrat-Begim, another sacred site on the
edge of the desert. The going was heavier even than
on the preceding day, for the lines of sandhills were closer
together and the direction to be followed made it difficult to
utilize the narrow strips of comparatively firm ground that
separate the successive waves of sand. My little dog felt so
miserable in the basket in which he was to ride on a camel
that I had allowed him to follow me on foot. But the sand
and the heat told on him before long, and I was glad when,
after about four miles, I picked up the camels again and could
safely instal 'Yolchi Beg' in his lofty seat. A hole pro-
vided in the top of the basket allowed him to look about
without giving a chance of escape.
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