In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . FORBIDDEN LAND quest, and, with a frown on his face, he pointed to me tolook to my left. The soldiers and Lamas drew aside,and I beheld Chanden Sing lying flat oh his face, strippedfrom thewaist downward, in front of a row of Lamas and mili-tary men. Two power-ful Lamas, one on eachside of him, began againto castigate him withknotted leather thongsweighted with lead, lay-ing on their strokeswith vigorous arms fromhis waist to his was bleeding allover. Each time thata lash fell on his wound-ed skin it felt as if adagger had bee
In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . FORBIDDEN LAND quest, and, with a frown on his face, he pointed to me tolook to my left. The soldiers and Lamas drew aside,and I beheld Chanden Sing lying flat oh his face, strippedfrom thewaist downward, in front of a row of Lamas and mili-tary men. Two power-ful Lamas, one on eachside of him, began againto castigate him withknotted leather thongsweighted with lead, lay-ing on their strokeswith vigorous arms fromhis waist to his was bleeding allover. Each time thata lash fell on his wound-ed skin it felt as if adagger had been stuckinto my chest; but too wellto show any pity for theman, as this would haveonly involved a moresevere punishment forhim. So I looked onat his torture as onewould upon a thing ofevery - day Lamas nearer tome shook their fists un-der my nose, and explained that my turn would comenext, whereupon I smiled and repeated the usual Ni-kutza, nikutza (Very good, very good). The Pombo and his officers were at a loss what to io8. THE POMBO
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