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0429 Ruins of Desert Cathay : vol.2
Ruins of Desert Cathay : vol.2 / Page 429 (Color Image)

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" on their arrival at a strong castle called Karaul (or 'guard
station') in a mountain defile through which the road
passed, the whole party was counted and their names
registered before they were allowed to proceed. They
then went on to 'Suk-cheu' or Su-chou." An exactly
similar account was given about 1560 by a Turkish Dervish
to Gislen de Busbeck, Charles V.'s envoy at Constantinople.
Starting from the Persian frontier, his caravan, after a
fatiguing journey of many months, "came to a defile which
forms, as it were, the barrier gate of Cathay. Here there
was an inclosing chain of rugged and precipitous mountains,
affording no passage except through a narrow strait in
which a garrison was stationed on the king's part. There
the question is put to the merchants, 'What they bring?
whence they come? etc.'"

On my way back to the Gate I took occasion to
visit a portion of the old wall some two miles away from
its terminating point. Everywhere cultivation actually
touched the much-decayed clay wall and in places extended
even beyond it. In a soil kept moist by irrigation for
centuries it would have been useless to look for relics of
the early days when this border was first garrisoned. Nor
could they have survived on the towers themselves; for the
many repairs which these had undergone during the last
thousand years were only too evident in the masses of
recent brickwork filling rifts in the old clay and covering
the top.

For excavations there was plainly no scope here. But
with the question as to the date and character of this part
of the Great Wall solved, I did not feel much regret at
this. Nor could I feel sorry that my ride back to camp
took me through fertile village lands instead of that usual
setting of my archæological work, a parched-up desert.
The many opium fields, with their huge pink and purple
poppies in full bloom, were a glorious sight. How I
longed for colour photography or better still a clever
impressionist brush to retain the gorgeous colour effects
of these fields of iniquity! Everywhere throughout the
oases of Su-chou opium is the favourite produce. Sad
were the stories I heard of how its cultivation first brought