In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . illregret it. You will havegreat misfortune. There w^as something soweirdly peculiar in the toneof voice in which the manspoke, as if he had been ina trance, himself only thechannel through which thethreat of some occult beinewas conveyed to us, that forsome minutes I could notget his words out of myhead. I followed him asbest I could, for he climbedup huge boulders with theagility of a monkey. It was no easy job, for we bounded and leaped from rock to rockand vaulted over fallen trees. The track became moremarked and went up along th
In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . illregret it. You will havegreat misfortune. There w^as something soweirdly peculiar in the toneof voice in which the manspoke, as if he had been ina trance, himself only thechannel through which thethreat of some occult beinewas conveyed to us, that forsome minutes I could notget his words out of myhead. I followed him asbest I could, for he climbedup huge boulders with theagility of a monkey. It was no easy job, for we bounded and leaped from rock to rockand vaulted over fallen trees. The track became moremarked and went up along the incline of a steep continued until, hot and panting, we arrived at alarge hollow high up in the cliff of clay. There, on asemicircular platform, with obstacles of felled trees,were about a dozen men, almost devoid of clothinor,some sitting on their heels and resting their arms ontheir knees, others lying down flat. One fellow smokeddry leaves inside a pipe of Hindoo origin. I took a pho-tograph of the group. With an air of suspicion mingled 19. RAOT ON TREE IN THE FORBIDDEN LAND with surprise and sadness, but no apparent fear, theystared at the unexpected visitors. Two of the eldermen, having overcome their first stupor, sprang to theirfeet, and with mad gesticulations refused to let mecome nearer. But I penetrated right into their circle,and found myself surrounded by a sulky and angrycrowd. ? No man has ever been here but a Raot. You willsoon die. You have offended God! screamed an oldman in a sudden outburst of temper. He bent his kneesand curved his spine, protruding his head towards shook his fists in my face, waved them about in theair, opened and tightly clinched them, digging his nailsfuriously into his palms. Instead of contracting the scalpof his forehead, the old Raot raised his eyebrows andturned his polished forehead into a succession of deepwrinkles, stretching in a straight line across almost fromear to ear, and showing only a dark dimple over h
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