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0773 Ruins of Desert Cathay : vol.2
中国砂漠地帯の遺跡 : vol.2
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hurried up by forced marches across the high Khardong
Pass in order to bring me help. Having been trained as
a medical missionary at that excellent institution, the
Livingstone College in London, and provided with abun-
dant surgical experience by his exacting but beneficent
labours at Leh, he recognized at the first examination that
the toes of my right foot had commenced to mortify and
were more or less doomed. This was sad news, yet a
relief from more serious apprehension. If only I could
have obtained before the assurance that gangrene of this
sort was not likely to spread! The injuries received by
the toes of the left foot were far less serious and would
cause no permanent loss.

Owing to my exhausted condition, due largely to the
exertions and hardships which had preceded the accident
and, no doubt, predisposed me for the latter by weakening
my powers of resistance, my kindly Samaritan decided to
postpone the operation necessary on my right foot until we
reached Leh. But the fatigue of the four marches which
brought us there was much relieved by his friendly ministra-
tions and cheering company. I reached Leh on October
12th, having travelled nearly three hundred miles since
my work closed at the foot of the Yangi Dawan.

Two days later Mr. Schmitt successfully effected the
operation on my right foot, all the toes of which had to be
amputated either completely or in their upper joints. His
great kindness and that of his devoted helpmate and his
fellow-missionaries provided me with much-needed com-
forts, while in the Agency building I found an elegantly
furnished sick-room. From its veranda I caught glimpses
of the picturesque castle and little town of Leh, lit up by
autumnal sunshine in the midst of high barren ranges. It
was a new and fascinating world to me, this corner of
Western Tibet, and I much regretted that my glimpses of
it were so exceedingly limited.

The wounds left after the amputation were very
painful and healed with extreme slowness. The risk of
finding the Zoji-la Pass on the route to Kashmir closed by
snow urged an early departure from Leh if I were to reach
India before next spring. But nearly three weeks passed