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0274 Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1
Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1 / Page 274 (Color Image)

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where we might descend again to the river was in vain. The
steep shingly slope terminated everywhere in cliffs that offered
no foothold. Baffled in these endeavours, I climbed up the
precipitous hillside above the ledge that had brought us so
far, in the hope of turning the ravine. But after an ascent of
about 1,000 feet I convinced myself that the ground beyond
was one over which I could never hope to move either yaks or
men with loads.
While I rested on a little projecting ridge the noise of fall-
ing stones drew my attention to a herd of wild goats (Kiyik)
that were evidently about to descend from the cliffs opposite.
The tracks of these animals I had already noticed on the hill-
side. They alone are likely ever to have penetrated into the
wild gorge that lay before me. The point where a large
stream from the glaciers of Muztagh falls into the Yurung-
kash seemed temptingly near. Once beyond this junction
there would be less difficulty in crossing the river, and conse-
quently in ascending its bed. Yet there was no hope of
reaching this point until perhaps the river was completely
frozen, an eventuality for which it was impossible to wait.
Even then I doubt whether a practicable passage could be
found, considering the climatic conditions and the masses of
fallen rock likely to be encountered.
All day an icy wind had been blowing down the valley,
giving a foretaste of the cold that might be encountered at
this season on the elevated plateau where, in view of our
survey results, the source of the river can now be definitely
located. I did not envy the yaks the bath they got in cross-
ing back to the right bank, and was heartily glad to reach the
shelter of my tent at the hour of dusk. The night was cloudy
and still, and on the following morning snow was falling on
the mountains down to about 3,000 feet above our camp,
the elevation of which by aneroid was close to 9,000 feet.
Down in the river gorge the temperature at 7 a.m. was
a little higher than on previous days (34° F.), but as soon as