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Identifier: transhimalayadis02hedi (find matches)
Title: Trans-Himalaya; discoveries and adventures in Tibet
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Hedin, Sven Anders, 1865-1952
Subjects: Tibet (China) -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : Macmillan and co., ltd.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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that you will wait on me. Thenthe old man began to weep, and hurried out quickly. Then I summoned all the men to my tent and madethem a speech, telling them that they had served mefaithfully and obediently, and had well earned the comfortand repose that awaited them by their domestic hearths inthe bosom of their families. I wished them good fortuneand prosperity in the future, and reminded them of theloss we had all sustained by the death of Muhamed Isa—good old Muhamed Isa, who, when we were last at Tankse,had made all arrangements so cleverly and conscientiously.And to show them that we were not the only ones whomourned for him, I read them what Younghusband,OConnor, and Rawling had written to me about thedeceased. While their five horses and five yaks were beingloaded with all their belongings, they came to me in mytent, one after another, to receive their pay and an extrapresent. Tsering, Rehim Ali, Shukkur Ali, and TundupSonam received especial gifts of money, the latter three
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2i8. Robert in Winter Duess. A RESOLUTION 225 having exposed themselves to danger on my accountOld Tsermg asked to be allowed to keep the lame dofrfrom the Ngangtse-tso; its bark before his hut in Lehwould remind him of the time when the dog kept watch atour camp-fires. Shukkur AH kept another dog from thesame country. Now I had only the brown puppy, which,with Robert and the mule from Poonch, were among theoldest veterans of the caravan, all three having accom-panied me from Srinagar. And then came the bitter moment of parting. Somuch grief, such loud weeping ! They could hardly tearthemselves away. The tesildar was quite overcome atwitnessing the deep attachment of my simple followers.The bonds were strong that were now torn asunder, forthere is nothing which knits men together so firmly ascommon sufferings and dangers. I myself felt a catch inmy throat, and, as the men reluctantly followed their yaksdown the road to Drugub, I stood and watched themuntil they were out of sight. Then

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