In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . then anxiously peep through the fissures inour fortifications when some unusual noise struck our ears !As time went on, and they did not put in an appearance,we began to entertain doubts as to their safety—or wouldthey betray us and never return ? Or, as was more likely,had they been caught by the Jong Pen (the master of thefort), and been imprisoned and tortured ? My bearer, who was somewhat of a don vivant, declinedto eat any more food, as he said it was better not to eat atall than to eat the same thing constantly. He swore hecould
In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . then anxiously peep through the fissures inour fortifications when some unusual noise struck our ears !As time went on, and they did not put in an appearance,we began to entertain doubts as to their safety—or wouldthey betray us and never return ? Or, as was more likely,had they been caught by the Jong Pen (the master of thefort), and been imprisoned and tortured ? My bearer, who was somewhat of a don vivant, declinedto eat any more food, as he said it was better not to eat atall than to eat the same thing constantly. He swore hecould fast for ten days, and he made up for want of foodby sleeping. My fortified abode was comfortable enough during themorning, when the sun shone on it, though often it got sowarm that we had to abandon it in the middle of the day,when the thermometer registered as much as 120°, 122°,and even 124°. From i till 10 at night a bitter windblew* from the southeast, and seemed to get right into ourbones; so cold was it that the temperature suddenly 222. ^K C ./ % %
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