Trans-Himalaya; discoveries and adventures in Tibet . he centre of this boundlesslake. In the midst of Gurla Mandatta is seen a hugedeeply eroded ravine, its entrance standing out pictur-esquely below the dense mantle of clouds. For a moment,when all around lay buried in shadow, the interior waslighted up by the sun, and it presented a fantastic appear-ance, resembling a portal into a hall of the gigantic domelighted up by innumerable candles. The valleys anderosion channels between the different spurs of themassive are sharply defined, and wind down to the lakeamong flat cones of detritus, th
Trans-Himalaya; discoveries and adventures in Tibet . he centre of this boundlesslake. In the midst of Gurla Mandatta is seen a hugedeeply eroded ravine, its entrance standing out pictur-esquely below the dense mantle of clouds. For a moment,when all around lay buried in shadow, the interior waslighted up by the sun, and it presented a fantastic appear-ance, resembling a portal into a hall of the gigantic domelighted up by innumerable candles. The valleys anderosion channels between the different spurs of themassive are sharply defined, and wind down to the lakeamong flat cones of detritus, the outer margins of whichcause the variations in the depth of the bottom. Thisnow increases again to 200, 203, 213, and 240 feet. Atfourteen points, these included, the bottom temperature isobserved. The sounding occupies a considerable line must first be paid out to the 230 feet, andthen be held still till the thermometer has assumed thebottom temperature, and then it must be drawn up again,the depth must be noted, the thermometer read, the. 248. Robert in the Boat. A NIGHT ON MANASAROWAR 119 temperature of the surface water and the air must be ascer-tained, and the log-reading taken. Five furlongs to the north the smooth swell shows acurious fiery yellow colour, and I cannot make out theorigin of this singular reflexion. The clouds gather inthe south-west, and a breeze sweeps over the lake, pro-ducing waves which retard still more the progress ofthe boat. Rehim Ali cannot keep himself awake anylonger, and Shukkur Ali is very comical in his over-powering sleepiness. The old man looks like a weather-beaten sea-dog in a south-wester—his Ladaki cap with itsspreading flaps. He snoozes innocently with his oars up,and rows again and again in the air, still calling out hisconstant Shu-ba-la-la. He talks in his sleep. RehimAli wakes up and asks him what is the matter, and no oneknows what it is all about. Towards seven oclock thedustman pays me a visit, but is not admitted.
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