Trans-Himalaya; discoveries and adventures in Tibet . eet grew cold in spite of the hot bottles,which were frequently changed. At a quarter-past ninethe breathing became still slower and the intervals death spasm shook his body and slightly raised hisshoulders ; it was followed by another. The Mohammedans whispered to Tsering that heshould leave his place at the head, for a Mohammedanmust hold the lower jaw and close the mouth after thelast breath. But the sorrowing brother could only bebrought to leave his place by force. A third and lastspasm shook the dying man, produced by the col
Trans-Himalaya; discoveries and adventures in Tibet . eet grew cold in spite of the hot bottles,which were frequently changed. At a quarter-past ninethe breathing became still slower and the intervals death spasm shook his body and slightly raised hisshoulders ; it was followed by another. The Mohammedans whispered to Tsering that heshould leave his place at the head, for a Mohammedanmust hold the lower jaw and close the mouth after thelast breath. But the sorrowing brother could only bebrought to leave his place by force. A third and lastspasm shook the dying man, produced by the cold ofdeath. After a deep respiration he lay still for 20 thought that life had flown, but he breathed again, andafter another minute came the last feeble breath, and thenold Guffaru bound a cloth under the chin and covered theface with a white kerchief Then all was still, and, deeplymoved, I bared my head before the awful majesty of Death. Horrified and dismayed, the Mohammedans pouredinto the tent, and the Lamaists after them, and I heard. XXXIX MUHAMED ISAS DEATH 55 them from time to time call out in low tones, * La illahail Allah ! Tsering was beside himself: he knelt by thedead, beat his forehead with his hands, wept aloud, nay,howled and bellowed, while large tears rolled down hisfurrowed sunburnt face. I patted him on the shoulder,and begged him to try and compose himself, go into histent, drink tea, and lie down and rest. But he neitherheard nor saw, and the others had to carry him to his tent,and I heard him wailing in the night as long as I lay , Death is an awful guest. We could hardly realizethat he had so suddenly entered our peaceful camp. I had a long conversation with Robert in my tent, andold Guffaru was sent for to receive my orders for thefuneral. The Mohammedans were to watch in turnbeside the body through the night. Early next morningthe permission of the authorities would be obtained forthe choice of a burying-place, and then the intermen
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