In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . y was it more comfortable,but I wished to be on the alert should we at any time besurprised by Tibetans. My men moaned, groaned, andchattered their teeth convulsively during the night. Iwoke many times with a bad pain in my ears from frost-bite ; my eyes, too, suffered as the eyelashes became cov-ered with icicles. Every time I tried to open them therewas an uncomfortable feeling as if the eyelashes werebeing torn off, for the slit of the eye became fast frozendirectly the lids were closed. At last the morning came! The night had seem
In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . y was it more comfortable,but I wished to be on the alert should we at any time besurprised by Tibetans. My men moaned, groaned, andchattered their teeth convulsively during the night. Iwoke many times with a bad pain in my ears from frost-bite ; my eyes, too, suffered as the eyelashes became cov-ered with icicles. Every time I tried to open them therewas an uncomfortable feeling as if the eyelashes werebeing torn off, for the slit of the eye became fast frozendirectly the lids were closed. At last the morning came! The night had seemedendless. When I tried to raise the blanket in order tosit up, it seemed of an extraordinary weight and wonder! It was frozen hard, and as rigid as card-board, covered over with a foot of snow. The thermom-eter during the night had gone down to 24°. I called mymen. They were hard to wake, and they, too, were bur-ied in snow. Ula/ ula/utar {Get u^\ get up! get up!) I called,shak-ing one by one, and brushing off as much snow as I could. 210 n. BURIED IN SNOW Baroff dakut {ThQVQ is much snow) remarked oneas he put his nose outside his blanket and rubbed his eyes,smarting from the white glare around us. Salaam, sa-hib, added he, as, having overcome his first surprise,he perceived me, and he waved his hand gracefully up tohis forehead. The others behaved in a similar manner. Kachi was,as usual, the last one to wake. Oh, Kachi, I shouted, get up! Ok, bahiyoh / (Oh, father!) yawned he, stretching hisarms. Half asleep, half awake, he looked round as if in atrance, muttering incoherent words. Good-morning, sir. Oh, much snow. Oh, look, sir,two kiangs there! What is kiang in English.^ Wild horse. Wildyou spell w-i-l-d? Yes. Here the note-book was produced from under his pil-low and the word registered in it. Odd creatures these Shokas! The average European,half starved and frozen, would hardly give much thoughtto exact spelling. Poor Mansing the leper suffered terribly. He
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