CHAPTER XCIII

Our lives to be spared--An unpleasant march--Chanden Sing still

alive--A sleepless night--Towards the frontier--Long and painful

marches--How we slept at night--A map drawn with blood.

THE Pombo ordered that my life should be spared, and that I should on

that very day start on my return journey towards the Indian frontier. He

took from my own money one hundred and twenty rupees, which he placed in

my pocket for my wants during the journey, and commanded that, though I

must be kept chained up, I was to be treated kindly, and my servants

also.

When all was ready, Mansing and I were led on foot to Toxem, our guard

consisting of some fifty horsemen riding on ponies. We had to travel at a

great speed despite our severely lacerated feet, our aching bones, and

the sores and wounds with which we were covered all over. The soldiers

led me tied by the neck like a dog, and dragged me along when, panting,

exhausted and suffering, I could not keep up with the ponies. We crossed

several cold streams, sinking in water and mud up to our waists.

At Toxem, to my great delight, I beheld Chanden Sing still alive. He had

been kept prisoner in the mud-house, where he had remained tied upright

to a post for over three days, and for four days he had not eaten food

nor drunk anything. He was told that I had been beheaded. He was in a

dreadful condition; almost dying from his wounds, cold and starvation.

We were detained there for the night, half-choked by smoke in one of the

rooms of the mud-house packed with soldiers, who, with a woman of easy

morals, gambled the whole night, and sang and swore and fought,

preventing us from sleeping for even a few minutes.

[Illustration: CHANDEN SING TIED TO A POST]

The next day at sunrise Chanden Sing and I were placed on yaks, not on

riding saddles, but on pack-saddles such as those shown in the

illustration in chapter xl. p. 223. Poor Mansing was made to walk, and

was beaten mercilessly when, tired and worn out, he fell or remained

behind. They again tied him with a rope by the neck and dragged him along

in a most brutal manner. We had a strong guard to prevent our escaping,

and they demanded fresh relays of yaks and ponies and food for themselves

at all the encampments, so that we travelled very fast. In the first five

days we covered one hundred and seventy-eight miles, the two longest

marches being respectively forty-two and forty-five miles; but afterwards

we did not cover quite such great distances.

[Illustration: A WHITE YAK]

We suffered considerably on these long marches, as the soldiers

ill-treated us and would not allow us to eat every day for fear we should

get too strong. They let us have food only every two or three days, and

our exhaustion and the pain caused by riding those wretched yaks in our

wounded condition were terrible.

[Illustration: MAP DRAWN IN BLOOD DURING CAPTIVITY]

All our property had been taken away from us, and our clothes were in

rags and swarming with vermin. We were bare-footed and practically

naked. The first few days we generally marched from before sunrise till

sometimes an hour or two after sunset; and when we reached camp we were

torn off our yaks and our jailers fastened iron cuffs round our ankles,

in addition to those we had already round our wrists. Being considered

quite safe, we were left to sleep out in the open without a covering of

any kind, and often lying on snow or deluged with rain. Our guard

generally pitched a tent under which they slept; but even when they did

not have one, they usually went to brew their tea some fifty yards or so

from us.

Helped by my two servants, who sat by me to keep watch and to screen me,

I managed, at considerable risk, to keep a rough record of the journey

back, on a small piece of paper that had remained in my pocket when I had

been searched by the Tibetans. As I did when on the rack, I used to draw

my right hand out of its cuff, and, with a small piece of bone I had

picked up as pen, and my blood as ink, I drew brief cipher notes, and a

map of the whole route back.

Necessarily, as I had no instruments with which to take careful

observations, I had to content myself with taking my bearings by the sun,

the position of which I got fairly accurately by constantly watching the

shadow projected by my body on the ground. Of course, when it rained or

snowed, I was altogether at a loss, and had to reckon my bearings by the

observations of the previous day.

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