In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . ^ was an I india-rubber pillow fully blown out. The soft, smooth texture of the india-rubber seemed to catch their fancy, and one after the other theyA SPEAR rubbed their cheeks on the cushion, exclaiming at the pleasant sensation it gave them. How-ever, in playing with the brass screw by w^hich the cush-ion is inflated, they gave it a turn, and the imprisoned airfound its way out with a hissing noise. This createdquite a panic among the Tibetans, and many were theconjectures of their superstitious minds as to the mean- I02 MY PROPERT
In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . ^ was an I india-rubber pillow fully blown out. The soft, smooth texture of the india-rubber seemed to catch their fancy, and one after the other theyA SPEAR rubbed their cheeks on the cushion, exclaiming at the pleasant sensation it gave them. How-ever, in playing with the brass screw by w^hich the cush-ion is inflated, they gave it a turn, and the imprisoned airfound its way out with a hissing noise. This createdquite a panic among the Tibetans, and many were theconjectures of their superstitious minds as to the mean- I02 MY PROPERTY SEIZED ing of the strange contrivance. They regarded it as anevil omen, and naturally I took advantage of any smallincident of this kind to work judiciously on their super-stitions and frighten them as much as I could. / //. ?, \ _ TIBETANS OVERHAULING OUR BAGGAGE The Tibetans, having examined all except my water-tight cases of instruments, photographic plates, andsketches, seemed so upset at one or two things that hap-pened, and at some remarks I made, that they hurriedlysealed up all my property in bags and blankets, andordered the things to be placed on yaks and brought intothe guard-house of the settlement. This done, they tiedthe end of the ropes that bound our necks to the pom-mels of their saddles, and, having loosed our feet, theysprang on their ponies and rode off, with shouts, hisses,and cries of victory, firing their matchlocks in the air, anddragging us prisoners into the settlement. 103 CHAPTER LXXV A WARNING TO MY MEN—CALM AND COOLNESS—THE POMBOS TENT—CHANDEN SING CROSS-EXAMINED AND FLOGGED On reaching the settlement, my last words to my menbefore we were separated were: No matter what theydo to you, do not let them see that you suffer, and theypromised to obey me. We were then conve
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