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Title: From Pekin to Calais by land
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: De Windt, Harry, 1856-1933
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Publisher: London Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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t grass throughwhich our ponies almost laboured knee-deep, whilein the distance the low sweet notes of a cuckooheightened the illusion, and recalled lovely bits ofscenery in Devonshire or Wales. We halted for an hour, about two oclock, for a tinof preserved meat and glass of cold whisky and water.Moses intimated to us through Jee Boo his intentionof pushing on and gaining the desert before nightfall,so there was no help for it. I did not wish to beginthe journey with a disturbance, and made no demur,and three oclock saw us again on the march,passing through plains of wheat and barley, andenormous fields or enclosures of mustard and poppies.We saw no habitations, and wondered a good dealwhere the tillers of all this ground reside. Theroad got worse towards evening, and the heavy,clumsy carts stuck fast several times in the deep,rotten holes with which it was honeycombed. Alittle before six oclock we got into a more desolate-looking country, although it was better travelling. ih. nP(i(?
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KALGAN, OH CHANG-OHIA-KOW. 185 wliicli was perhaps lucky, as the stiff work in themarshes had almost done up our camels. I had yetto learn that the more beat these animals look, thefitter they are. We now passed through a sterile, burnt-up-lookingcountry, thickly covered with clumps of thick,wiry grass, over which the camel carts plungedand rolled in a very painful manner. I retired tomy cart about five oclock for a rest, and, tired outwith my long ride in the sun, fell asleep. Thesun was low in the heavens when I awokeand looked out of the little window. All traces ofvegetation had vanished, while straight in front ofus rose a low range of yellow sand-hills, throughwhich stunted wisps of light green grass struggledat intervals. On the near side of these were a coupleof circular tents, some dogs, and ponies standinghard by; on the far side of the sand-hills the sea, orwhat appeared so exactly like it, that I had to rubmy eyes to make sure I was not dreaming. There itwas; the great gre

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