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Sand-Buried Ruins of Khotan : vol.1 |
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labourers along to this new site, as the distance was great and the
men were exhausted by the hard work of the last three weeks. The
fresh set of men needed could only be secured from Niya. It was
hence a welcome surprise when on arrival at that evening's camping-
place I was met by the Deputy of the Beg of Niya, who brought
not only a fresh Kashgar mail sent on by the thoughtful Amban of
Keriya, but also assurance that all arrangements had been made for
the timely dispatch of the fresh contingent. The next day's march to
Imam Jafar Sadik was easy, and it rejoiced me to hear once more the
rustling of the leaves in the luxuriant jungle that marks the end of
the Niya stream. There was no sign yet of the approach of spring,
but even in its winter sleep this living forest was a great change
after the silent sands and ruins among which I had dwelt. At the
Mazar hospice I enjoyed for one brief afternoon the cheerful warmth
of a fireplace and indulged in that long-desired luxury, a thorough
'tub.' But there was plenty to do besides, as I despatched from
there my mails to Europe and India with the first notice of my
recent discoveries, and also settled all accounts with the labourers
and the Sheikhs of the Mazar.
I had all along thought that the Endere ruins might be reached
by striking straight across the desert to the east of Imam Jafar
Sadik, instead of returning first to Niya and thence marching along
the Cherchen road. At first all knowledge of such a direct route
was stoutly denied, but in the end one of the shepherds from the
Mazar acknowledged that he had more than once visited flocks
grazing on the Yartungaz stream, the one flowing into the desert
next east of the Niya River. So he and Abdurrahman, a half-crazy
devotee of the shrine, who claimed to have paid a visit to those ruins,
were engaged as guides, and the 15th of February saw us once more
steering amidst the sand dunes. Two miles beyond the Mazar all
vegetation was left behind. Then we crossed two steep Dawans
rising to about 150 feet and toiled on through high sand-hills for
about six miles until large patches of gravel soil were struck where
camels and ponies marched with ease. A supply of ice brought
along from the Mazar enabled us to camp that evening at a spot
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