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0633 Ruins of Desert Cathay : vol.2
中国砂漠地帯の遺跡 : vol.2
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grew quite imposing. Soon we came to a point where,
from the top of a ridge covered with living tamarisks, we
could overlook the parting of no less than three distinct
branches. The main bed above their junction seemed fully
three-fourths of a mile broad, and its ice-sheet shone rosy
in the setting sun. What a glorious spot for skating this
would have made a week or so earlier, if I had given in to
my secret wish and burdened my baggage with a pair of
skates! The ground on our side now seemed to grow
more open. Amidst the low dunes tamarisk bushes were
seen growing without the usual cones, and live poplars
became more and more frequent. Where they first gathered
into a grove we decided to halt for the night and to give
our poor beasts the benefit of the dry leaves.
The morning of February 16th was close and cloudy,
the minimum temperature of seventeen degrees of frost
appearing quite warm. We now saw the river some miles
ahead bend to the south-east and disappear between two
high ridges of sand. After skirting big lagoons for about
two miles we came at last upon the first beds of living reeds.
How the ponies relished the high waving stalks in spite of
their dryness! A short distance beyond we crossed an old
dry bed joining in from the south-west, and among the
Toghraks on its sides the tracks of sheep became numerous.
Suddenly on ascending the sandy bank a sound struck
me as of bleating at a distance. None of the men with
me had heard it. Yet in their frantic eagerness to come
into touch with man again they rushed ahead. Soon the
Mullah was shouting that he had seen sheep. But no
other pair of eyes could discern them. The men were
wavering between hope and despondency when on a
distant sand hillock I sighted a little black figure. The
sharp eyes of Ibrahim Beg, whose attention I called to it,
at once recognized that it was a man.
A shout of joy went up from the men, and now began
a wild chase which threatened to frighten our game away.
How should a lonely shepherd of the Keriya River jungle,
shy folk as I knew them, not be frightened by the sudden
rush of such a crowd of people as was never seen in this
region? The black figure descended the hillock as if to