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0301 Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1
Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1 / Page 301 (Color Image)

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Turdi, the leader of my pioneer party, left no doubt as to the
identity of Dandan-Uiliq. I was thus able to arrange
definitely the programme of my tour for the exploration of this
site, which in view of the specimens secured by Turdi seemed
the best place for commencing systematic excavations.

Immediately after my return I visited my kind friend the
Amban, and thanked him for the thorough-going help by
which he had made my survey in the mountains possible. On
that occasion I invoked again the evidence of the great
'Tang-Seng,' in order to explain to Pan-Darin the object of
my desert journey. When after two days he returned the
visit I was able to show him the finds brought in by Turdi. So
Pan-Darin by ocular inspection became convinced that I had a
good guide in the famous old pilgrim, and promised to do all
he could to further my explorations. I thought that I could
not more fittingly express my gratitude than by wishing that
the blessed spirit of Hiuen-Tsiang himself might reward the
Amban for the assistance he was rendering me. Niaz, the
interpreter, managed to reproduce this pious compliment
better than I had expected; for the Amban answered it by
asking quite seriously whether I believed in the continued
existence of 'Tang-Seng's' soul! It seemed indeed that in
the memory of Chinese Buddhists Hiuen-Tsiang lives like a
glorified Arhat or Bodhisattva. If so, Indian archæologists
would be still better justified in proclaiming him as their own
patron saint.

I had pitched my tent again in the garden of dear old
Akhun Beg, my former host. But though the place gave the
desired privacy it offered no protection whatever against the
increasing cold. Tokhta Akhun's house seemed too gloomy
and close after the long journey in the free mountain air. So
I preferred to put up for the time with the cold and to stick to
my little tent outside. Many repairs of outfit, saddlery, &c.,
required my attention too; for the terribly rough tracks of the
"Mountains of Darkness" and the wily ways of the yaks had