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Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1 |
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own length. It was a cultivator who had been sentenced to
this punishment some months ago for grievously assaulting a
neighbour. Cruel as the weight of the chain looked, I could
not help thinking that the mode of punishment had its
practical advantages. Instead of being imprisoned the man
could remain with his family and follow any occupation not
requiring quick movements. At the same time the sight of
the inconvenient appendage he has to carry must act as a
sufficient deterrent to others, and the guilt of the culprit is
constantly brought to notice.
On the morning of the 13th of October I was just about to
start from my camp at Yokakun for Khotan when the Beg
arrived whom the Amban, on hearing of my approach, had
deputed to escort me. The Beg was in his Chinese gala garb
and had his own little retinue. So we made quite a cavalcade,
even before Badruddin Khan, the head of the Afghan mer-
chants in Khotan and a large trader to Ladak, joined me a few
miles from Khotan town with some of his fellow-countrymen.
I rode round the bastioned walls of the great square fort that
forms the "New City" of the Chinese, and then through the
outskirts of the "Old City" to the garden belonging to
Tokhta Akhun, a rich merchant, which Badruddin Khan had
previously taken up for my residence. The narrow Bazars
passed on the way were more than usually squalid. The
number of people afflicted with diseases whom I saw in them
was also depressing. In the garden which lay close to the
southern edge of the suburb of Gujan I found a large though
somewhat gloomy house, but none of the attractions of my
Yarkand residence. The maze of little rooms all lit from the
roof and badly deficient in ventilation could not be used for
my own quarters. Outside in the garden there was a pic-
turesque wilderness of trees and bushes, but little room for a
tent and still less of privacy. So after settling down for the
day and despatching my messages and presents for the Amban,
I used the few remaining hours of daylight for a reconnaissance
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