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0225 Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1
Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1 / Page 225 (Color Image)

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dating from the time of Yaqub Beg, is kept clean and in a
very fair state of repair, I should have been warmer; but I
preferred to stick to my little tent and its fresh air as long as
possible.

My march on September 28th to Karghalik was a fairly
long one, about twenty-four miles, but very enjoyable. A
light storm overnight, though accompanied only by dust
without a drop of rain, had thoroughly cleared the atmo-
sphere. It was pleasant to walk in the fresh morning air
between the carefully cultivated fields and orchards that cover
the ground south of Posgam. Irrigation from the Yarkand
River provides plenty of water, and the comparative proximity
of the villages and Bazars along the route testifies to the
prosperity of the tract. About nine miles from Posgam there
followed a grassy plain known as Tügülaz, which is intersected
by numerous clear streamlets said to be fed by springs further
west. The sight of their limpid water, so different from the
red, grey, or brown colouring of the larger streams seen since
Kashgar, was in welcome harmony with the view of the distant
snowy ranges that now showed themselves in the south-west.
The mountains which I could see for a great portion of the
march belong to the ranges through which the Zarafshan
forces its way down from Sarikol. All through my stay at
Yarkand the haze had hidden them from view.

Beyond the Tügülaz plain we came to the Tiznaf River,
now reduced to a number of narrow channels, but evidently
fed with plenty of water when the snow melts in the advanced
ranges of the Kuen-luen. The well-constructed bridge which
leads over the main river-bed was built, according to the
Chinese and Turki inscription at its head, some twenty-five
years ago, and measures fully 250 steps. Beyond followed
a rich tract with smiling fields of lucerne, Indian corn, and
cotton, dotted with comfortable-looking villages. At Charvak,
the "Tuesday Bazar" of this neighbourhood, I found an
animated scene. The Amban of Karghalik was expected to