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Title: Adventure, sport and travel on the Tibetan steppes
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Fergusson, W. N Brooke, John Weston, l880-l908
Subjects: Tibet (China) -- Description and travel China -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York : Scribner
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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that spanned the river was leaning atquite an angle, and we had to be careful lest it should collapselike the one at Tsakalao ; however, we got safely across andthe bridge was still standing when we left it. A stiff chmb brought us to the top of the spur, and herewe had a fine view of the town of Drukagi, as well as of agood part of the State. After a long detour down a zigzag path we reached thetown. The interpreter and escort had gone on ahead, butwhen we arrived they had not succeeded in securing accom-modation, so we had to stand in the street for some time. Finally a house was put at our disposal, but the peoplerefused to sell us wood. They had not been very friendly whenI passed through here before, but they seemed more sullen thanever this time. After a little some of the people became more talkative,and we found out that our Chinese friend, in the interest ofschools, had left word with the Tussu that if any foreignerever passed through this way again they were to take him 170
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The Journey to Chosschia. prisoner and escort him out. My letter from So Tussu andColonel Kao had rather put a different aspect on things, andthey felt they must at least give us a place to sleep in. TheTussu, who is a Lama, left early next morning for a templesituated some distance up the stream, flowing from the south-west. He told our interpreter that he had no time to get usula or an escort, and had left no one with power to act. Theinterpreter went up several times to try to get an escort andhad for his pains a blank shot fired out of one of the windowsof the palace at him. We spent the day here, but were not able to do much morethan make friends with a few of the people on the street, andnext morning we left. Following the river which here runsa little north of west, we arrived at a large monastery calledMaerhkang Cumba, five miles below Drukagi. The peopleand Lamas were quite friendly and we spent an hour chattingwith them, but they would not let us enter the monastery. From Ma

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