CHAPTER VII.

MONGOLIA--_continued_.

Our lama received sundry visitors at Mingan, and had evidently some

business to transact with them, for we soon saw him in earnest

converse with some of the strangers in his tent, passing their hands

into each others' sleeves as if bargaining with the fingers. This

resulted in the sale of one of our camels--the one that had broken

down. Our conductor had more matters to settle than that, however,

but he was prevented by circumstances beyond his control. The fact

is that on such occasions the Mongols consider it indispensable

to imbibe freely of spirits, and our lama had to stand a bottle

of _samshu_, a very ardent spirit made from rice. The Mongols

drink liberally when they have a chance, and the Mingan lama was

no exception to the rule, for in a short time he got so drunk as

to become unmanageable. He began by breaking the tent-poles, no

slight calamity in a country without wood; he soon became helpless,

and lay down on his back, refusing absolutely to move. All idea of

further business was abandoned, and the drunken Mongol's friends

were ashamed, not so much at the exhibition he was making, but at

the mischief he had perpetrated. He could hardly lie on his back,

but they deemed that no valid objection to his riding on horseback.

They therefore caught his pony, by main force lifted him on, and

put the reins in his hands. The pony started off across the plain

in the direction of his home, quietly enough at first; but the

drunken rider began to swing about and stretch out his right hand,

as the Mongols do when they want to excite their ponies to unusual

exertion. The pony went off at full gallop, throwing up clouds of

sand behind him as he went; the rider's motions became more and more

centrifugal until at last he rolled over and sprawled full length on

the sand, apparently with no intention of moving. His friends rode

after his pony, caught it, and hobbled it beside its master, and as

evening was drawing on they left them both to their fate. Another

of the party, not so far gone, was merrily drunk. He tried to work

up a dispute with our Mongols, and promised us some amusement, but

he also was got on his pony by the persuasion of his son, who was

with him. The boy was ashamed of his papa, and did his best to take

him off the field. They made several false starts together, but the

old fellow grew warmer and more excited, again and again turning his

horse's head and returning to our tent to "have it out." At last the

young one prevailed, and they rode off together and disappeared in

the distance. We were now left alone, at sunset, and our poor lama

was left lamenting on his bad day's work, his waste of much good

liquor to no purpose, and his broken tent-poles.

The Mongols are a pitiable set on foot, with their loose clumsy

leather boots, but they are at home on horseback. From their

earliest years they may be said to live on horseback, and the women

are almost as expert as the men, mounting any animal that comes

handiest, whether horse, cow, or camel, with or without saddle. Huc

says he never saw a Mongol unhorsed; but probably he never saw a

dead-drunk lama forcibly put on a fiery steed.

Our lama received Sycee silver for the camel he sold. Silver is

not much in use among the Mongols, their only real currency being

very coarse brick tea. But it is a mistake to suppose, as has been

stated, that they are ignorant of the value of money.

We got away about 7 in the evening. The wind had fortunately

lulled, and we passed a pretty comfortable night on the road,

which was alternately hard and sandy. My "Dolonor" pony, that had

been voluntarily following the caravan, began to find the pastures

getting too poor even for him, who had the privilege of grazing

day and night. The last two days he remained faithful, but on the

morning of the 2nd September, finding matters getting from bad to

worse, he pricked up his ears, about ship, and galloped straight

back by the way we had come. This was not much to be surprised at,

all things considered, and I could not help commending him for his

sagacity. The "Kitat" was despatched on his camel in quest of the

fugitive before I was awake. Had I been consulted I certainly should

not have consented to such a wild-goose chase, but the Mongols

thought themselves bound in honour not to lose anything, although it

was not in the contract that they were to look after ponies on the

journey.

[Illustration: HALT IN THE DESERT OF GOBI.

(Page 104.)]

It was a very dry morning, but we got water for ourselves and our

horses passing Borolji. The well there was very deep, and we were

indebted to the friendly aid of some Mongols, who happened to have

driven their cattle in to water, for obtaining a supply for our

beasts. The head shepherd had brought with him a small bucket made

of sheepskin, attached to the end of a long pole to enable him to

reach the water. His own beasts were very thirsty and impatient

to drink; the horses especially crowded eagerly round the well,

neighing, biting, and kicking each other in their efforts to gain

the best places. Nevertheless, the polite Mongol drew water for us

first, and allowed us to continue our march. We kept on till 1.30,

when we pitched our tents on the steppe, called "Gunshandak." No

grass at all grows here, but the sand is slightly shaded with green

by a small wild leek, that grows in form much like the Mongolian

grass. We had frequently observed this plant already sprinkled

amongst the grass, but in Gunshandak it flourishes to the exclusion

of everything else. The sheep and camels thrive on it. Our ponies

also ate it freely, perhaps because they could get nothing else, and

when our cattle were brought in from feeding they had a strong smell

of onions about them.

The Kitat not having come up with my pony, we did not hurry away,

and our Mongols availed themselves of the delay to buy and kill

a goat from a neighbouring flock. We also bought a sheep for two

rubles, or about six shillings. The seller, on being asked to kill

it, told us we might do it ourselves. This was not to be thought of,

and our own Mongols were too much occupied with their goat. We had,

therefore, to resort to a little craft, for the sheep must certainly

be put to death before we could eat it. Addressing the man, we said,

how can we lamas kill an animal? This was sufficient. "Oh, you are

lamas!" and he proceeded at once to business. The dexterity with

which these Mongols kill and cut up a sheep is truly marvellous.

They kill with a small knife which they insert into the belly, just

below the breast-bone. Death is almost instantaneous. The object

of this mode of slaughter is to save the blood inside the animal.

Skinning is an easy process and soon done. The sheep is laid on his

back on the sand, the skin is spread out on either side, a strip

down the back being left attached while the cutting up is going on.

The skin thus serves as a table, and so well does it answer the

purpose that they will cut up a sheep into small pieces, and put

everything, including lights and liver, on the skin, without ever

touching the sand. The Mongols have a perfect practical knowledge of

the anatomy of the sheep, and sever every joint with perfect ease,

with only a small pocket-knife, no other instrument being used in

any part of the process. The rapidity with which the whole thing is

done, is astonishing. Our butcher was unluckily called away during

the operation to retrieve a young camel that had been crying for its

dam all the morning, and had now broken its tether, so that I could

not time him accurately. I shall not state the number of minutes

usually occupied from the time a sheep is purchased till the mutton

is ready for the pot, for I could hardly expect to be believed. On

removing the intestines, &c., the blood is found all together in

a pool. It is then carefully baled out and put into the cooking

pan, or _taga_, for nothing is thrown away here. We gave ours to

the butcher, as also the skin and the whole of the inside, except

liver and kidneys. The wandering Mongols scent a sheep-killing like

vultures, and there are never wanting some old women to lend a

hand in making black-puddings, and such like, who are rewarded for

their trouble by a share of the feast; for among the Mongols the

first instalment of their sheep is eaten in less than half an hour

from the time it is killed. The Mongol sheep are generally in good

condition, but there is no fat about them at all, except in the

tail, which is a heavy lump of pure suet, said to weigh sometimes

ten pounds. The condition of the animal is judged by the weight of

the tail. The Mongols use but little water in cleaning their mutton.

The ubiquitous old woman, who instals herself as pudding-maker,

handles the intestines in a delicate and artistic manner. She first

of all turns them all inside out, and then coils them up into hard,

sausage-shaped knots, without stuffing, which take up very little

space in the pot. These and all the other loose things are first

put into the pot, with the addition of as much of the meat as it

will hold. The pot is filled so full that the water does not cover

the meat, but that is of no consequence to the Mongols. It is soon

cooked, and quickly eaten. When sufficiently boiled, one of the

company adroitly snatches the meat, piece by piece, from the boiling

cauldron, with his fingers, and distributes it in fair proportions

to the anxious expectants seated round. They never burn their

fingers by this snap-dragon process. Their manner of eating mutton

is most primitive, and I will also say disgusting. Each person gets

a large lump or two, either in his lap, or on the mat on which

he sits. He then takes a piece in his left hand as big as he can

grasp; and, with the inevitable small knife in his right, he cuts

off nuggets of mutton, using his thumb as a block, in the manner

of cutting Cavendish tobacco. They literally bolt their mutton,

and use no salt, bread, or sauce of any kind in eating it. When

they have got all the meat off, they pare and scrape the bones very

carefully, and when that is done, they break the bones up, and eat

the marrow. Nothing is thrown away, except part of the eye, and the

trotters. The tail is considered a delicacy, and is reserved for the

head lama, or the honoured guest, who generously shares it with the

others. I need only say that this mass of rich suet is eaten as I

have described above.

When the solid part of the entertainment has been despatched, they

put up their knives after wiping them on their clothes, and then

proceed to drink the broth in their wooden cups. If they have any

millet, they like to throw a little into the broth as they drink it.

The millet gets softened a little as the cup is rapidly replenished,

but no further cooking is necessary. When the broth is finished,

they put clean water into the taga with a handful or two of brick

tea, and go to sleep while it is boiling. The tea so made has of

course a greasy appearance, and this practice of cooking everything

in the same pot has probably given rise to the belief that they

boil mutton and tea together, eating the leaves of the tea with the

mutton. There may be Tartar tribes who do this, but the Khalkas

Mongols certainly do not. The tea leaves, or rather stalks,--for

their bricks are made up of tea dust and timber,--are always thrown

away. It is necessary to boil the tea to get anything out of it

at all, and it is of course bitter and ill flavoured. I have drunk

it when hard up; and when it is well diluted with milk it is not

unpalatable, when you can get nothing else.

The Mongol tastes no doubt seem to us very unrefined, but they are

natural. The great esteem in which they hold the fat as compared

with the lean of mutton, is a plain expression of the direction in

which their ordinary regimen is defective. It is well known that

fat and farinaceous foods ultimately fulfil the same purposes in

the human economy; they mutually compensate, and one or other is

absolutely necessary. We thus find fat and oils eagerly sought

after, wherever, as among the Mongols and Esquimaux, the cultivation

of cereals is forbidden by soil and climate.

The value of a scale of diet does not, as might at first sight

be supposed, consist in the prominence of any one article, but

depends on the different ingredients which are necessary to sustain

health, being duly proportioned; and wherever the food of a people

is necessarily composed of one substance almost exclusively, the

natural appetite will always mark out as delicacies those which are

deficient. It is to this want of due proportion in the elements of

diet that we must attribute the comparative muscular weakness of the

Mongols, in spite of the abundant supply of mutton and the bracing

air of the desert. The coolies of China and Japan greatly excel them

in feats of strength, and in power of endurance, because the rice on

which they feed contains a more varied proportion of the elements

that nourish life, the poor quality of the fare being compensated by

the incredible quantities which they consume.

Our Mongols having slept off their first meal and drunk their tea,

put the pot on the fire again, and cooked the remainder of the goat,

on which they had another heavy blow-out late in the afternoon.

The rapacity and capacity of a Mongol stomach is like that of a

wild beast. They are brought up to eat when they can, and fast when

they must, and their digestion is never deranged by either of these

conditions. They very much resemble their own camels in those useful

qualities so necessary to the inhabitants of a desert. Our Mongols

had really eaten nothing since leaving Chan-kia-kow. They had fasted

for seven days at least, and gone almost entirely without sleep all

that time, and yet suffered nothing from the fatigue they must have

endured. They had certainly some millet seed and some Chinese dough,

a little of which they put into their tea as they drank it, but of

actual food they had none. They had now laid in a supply which would

last them another week. They seldom carry meat with them, finding it

more convenient to take it in their stomachs.

Lest it be thought that we also adopted the Mongol way of living, I

must explain that we had a very complete set of cooking utensils,

plates, knives and forks, and every other accessory to civilised

feeding. We certainly had to a great extent to educate ourselves to

live on one meal a day, but that was but a distant approach to the

Mongol habit of eating but once a week.

We made a long day of it on the steppe Gunshandak, hoping every hour

that the Kitat would return. The country was so desert that there

was no population, and only two yourts were near us. Our encampment

was some distance off the track, and we had consequently no visits

from travellers, so we spent a very quiet day. In the afternoon the

camels were brought in, and Tellig and the lama examined them all

narrowly. Their condition was really becoming serious, for not only

were they tired and worn out, but their backs were getting very

bad. They are very subject to this. Nearly all of them had large

deep holes in their backs, which penetrated almost through the

flesh between the ribs. Maggots breed very fast in these wounds,

and every few days the Mongols probe deep into the wound with a bit

of stick, and scoop the vermin out. The animals complain a little

during this operation, but on the whole they bear their ills with

marvellous patience. While the camels are grazing, the crows sit on

their backs and feed on the worms. It did seem cruel to put heavy

loads on such suffering creatures, but what else could be done?

Our ponies were falling off fast from want of food and rest. It was

severe on them to go eighteen hours without eating. But they were,

comparatively speaking, a luxury, and could be dispensed with. The

camels were essential, and could not be replaced in the desert. The

lama betrayed considerable anxiety for his camels, and began to talk

of getting fresh ones at a place called _Tsagan-tuguruk_, where

there is a _sumé_ or temple. We gathered from him that his family

lived there, and that he could easily exchange his camels for fresh

ones, if only he could reach that rendezvous. But Tsagan-tuguruk

was four days' journey from us, and our used-up cattle did not look

as if they could hold out so long. But we live in hope, for it is

foolish to anticipate misfortunes.

We have hitherto met no caravans since leaving China, excepting long

trains of ox-carts carrying timber from Urga.

The day wore on and no Kitat appeared. The Mongols strained their

eyes to descry some sign on the horizon, then looked anxiously at

the sun fast sinking in the west, and made up their minds to remain

in the steppe all night. The Mongols have no means of judging of

time except by guessing from the height of the sun or moon. I speak

only of my own experience, for Huc says they can tell the time of

day by looking at a cat's eyes. For my part I did not see a cat

in the whole of Mongolia. Dogs they have in plenty. They are of

the same breed as the common dog of China, but rather larger and

with thicker coats. They are useful to the shepherds and are good

watch dogs, not so thoroughly domestic as their Chinese congeners,

but will run after one a great distance from their yourt barking

ferociously. They are great curs, however, and their bark is worse

than their bite. It is a singular thing that the Mongols do not

feed their dogs; nor do the Chinese, as a rule. They are supposed

to forage for themselves, and in Mongolia they must be put to great

straits occasionally.

The day had been very warm, and, the air being still, in the evening

we slept in the carts. It was always warmer and more comfortable to

sleep in the tent, but our bedding had to be moved, and the oftener

that was done the more sand got into our blankets.

The nights in Mongolia were beautiful, sky very clear, and stars

bright. The "harvest moon," that had been such a boon to us in our

night travelling, now rose late. In a few days it would be over, and

we should have dark nights to travel in.

After a luxurious night's rest, the first we had had for a week,

we awoke to see the sun rise on the steppe, and almost fancied

ourselves at sea. So indeed we were in a figurative sense, for

there was still no appearance of the missing Mongol. We were now in

the humour to take things patiently; and the sheep we had killed

yesterday enabled us to prepare a breakfast that for a desert

might fairly be called sumptuous. The day was passed in idleness,

for not a feather of a bird was to be seen to afford an excuse

for taking our guns out. Visits were paid and received between us

and the Mongols who lived in the two yourts near us, and our lama

fraternised with them, and got the women to bring us argols and

water. The women, as a rule, keep the house and do the cooking and

darning, only going out after the flocks when the men are out of the

way.

The lamas carry their principle of not killing animals to an

extremity that is sorely inconvenient to themselves. They are not

exempt from parasitical connections; in fact, the person of a lama,

considered as a microcosm, is remarkably well inhabited. He cannot,

with his own hand, "procure the transmigration" of any animal, in

case it should contain the soul of his grandfather, or some past

or future Bhudda; but when the population presses on the means of

subsistence, something must be done. In this juncture the services

of some benevolent female are called in, the lama strips to the

waist, and commits his person and his garment to her delicate and

practised manipulation.

We determined to start at sunset, Kitat or no Kitat, and with one

long-lingering look over the vast plain we had crossed, at sunset

we did start. We soon met a caravan of sixty camels, which was

refreshing to our eyes as evidence of the travelling season having

fairly commenced, affording us a better hope of finding fresh camels.

We had again to encounter rough stony roads during the night; in

fact, we seemed just to come to the bad roads as we were going to

sleep. How was it that we did not sometimes by accident stumble on

a bit of soft ground at night-time? The roads were perhaps not so

bad as our nocturnal imagination, stimulated by want of proper rest,

painted them. But whether or no, we had nothing to complain of on

this occasion, having enjoyed a sound unbroken sleep the previous

night; and surely one good night out of two is enough for any

reasonable being.

In the morning, passing over some rather steeper undulations

than usual, and in a very desert country, we came across a herd

of gurush. Some ineffectual shots were fired as usual. It was

tantalising in the extreme not to be able to bag one of these fine

animals when met with in such numbers as would have delighted the

heart of Gordon Cumming. About two o'clock we halted at Kutul-usu,

where we were agreeably surprised to find no less than six yourts

near our encampment, which was remarkable considering the scarcity

of grass. There is no grass at all, in fact, and our beasts return

from their grazing redolent of onions. A large ox-cart caravan was

also encamped at this place.

Our lama had long and earnest conversations with the Mongols of

Kutul-usu, and there was much going to and fro between our tents and

the yourts. There was something in the wind--we could not divine

what--until the lama again broached the subject of _Tsagan-tuguruk_,

the place where he expected new camels. His proposal was that he

should ride ahead on a pony, and get the camels ready by the time

the caravan came up. There were grave objections to this course,

for we were already short-handed from the absence of the Kitat, and

were we to be left with only one camel-driver, we should never be

able to keep the caravan together. The lama was importunate, and

at last we consented to his plan on condition: 1st, that he should

find a substitute to assist Tellig with the caravan; and 2nd, that

he should provide us with fresh ponies at Tsagan-tuguruk. The

substitute was soon found in an active-looking, wiry old man with

very bad eyes. The sun had set some time before the discussions and

preparations were concluded, and we were consequently compelled to

remain till the moon rose, which was not before eleven o'clock--half

the night gone and no progress made.

We had a rough night as usual, but we are getting into a more

broken country. In the morning we passed one of the numerous salt

plains that are spread over the great desert. Sometimes there is

water in them and sometimes not. This one was dry, but had a white

scurf of salt on the ground. A dark-green plant grows in tufts over

these plains, and is eaten by the animals in the absence of grass;

indeed, I am not sure whether the camels don't prefer it. It was

a hot thirsty day, and we were at great trouble to find a yourt in

which to rest and make chocolate in the morning. We did discover

one eventually after riding many miles, and there we fell in with a

sporting lama with two good-looking ponies, riding one and leading

the other. This seemed a good opportunity for business, and my

companion soon concluded an exchange operation, giving a pony with

an incipient sore back and two dollars to boot, for a good old sound

one of the lama's. We were in some doubt about finding our caravan,

having let it get a long way out of sight; but the wandering lama,

having a direct interest in discovering our party to get his two

dollars, soon scented them out by the same kind of instinct that

directs a bee to his distant hive. We took him some miles back out

of his way, but these people seem to care little in which direction

they go, or how much time they may lose in going from one place to

another.

The facility with which our Mongol friends found their way in

the open desert had often excited our admiration. At the end of

a night's march, although interrupted by numerous accidental

stoppages, they were never at a loss to know where they were. They

needed no land-mark to guide them, and in pitching their tent near a

well they never made a mistake as to its position. The explanation

seems to be that certain instincts are developed in proportion to

the want of artificial aids. Thus Chinese sailors cruise about their

dangerous coast by a kind of rule of thumb, and are able to judge

of their position in darkness and fog where scientific navigators

would be at fault. In Australia also it is found that the best

bush-ranger is generally the most ignorant man of the party. The

effect of education being to cause men to trust more and more to

acquired knowledge, the faculty of perception, which is possessed

in a high degree by the lower animals, becomes weakened for want of

exercise. Instinct and education mutually compensate each other;

and the lower we descend in the scale of humanity,--the nearer man

approaches to the condition of the inferior animals,--the more does

his mere instinct predominate over his higher mental faculties. The

senses are very acute in primitive peoples, because of the constant

exercise they get, or rather because of the necessity which compels

them to be guided by the senses in their daily lives. For to hear

or see abstractedly, or for pleasure or instruction, is a different

thing from using these senses with the conviction that the supply of

food perhaps depends on the accuracy of their indications.

As we approached our halting-place, _Ulan-Khada_, we witnessed a

remarkable phenomenon, which was a few dwarf trees, scorched and

scraggy, but still alive, growing in a sheltered nook in a pass over

some rocky hills. A little rill filters through the stone and sand,

and fresh soft grass is found in modest quantity beside the water.

Ulan-Khada is in a hollow surrounded by high ground, and three

yourts were seen from our camp. The wild leek still prevails.

The following day we stopped at Ude, and early on the morning

of the 7th of September, to our great joy, we reached the land

of promise,--the well-watered, grassy plain of Tsagan-tuguruk.

There was something cheering in the very name, associated as it

had been in our minds with the hoped-for end of our troubles and

uncertainties. Vast flocks and herds were seen in all directions,

and yourts in good number, though at great distances from each

other. Our lama, Tup-chun, was not here, but at his family yourt,

said to be six miles off. It was clear we must make a day of it,

at least, at Tsagan-tuguruk, and we at once proceeded to make

acquaintance with the natives of the nearest yourts, who came to

visit us. The next move was to buy a sheep, for we had been out of

mutton for some days, the hot sun preventing our keeping it long. A

Mongol jumped on his pony, and galloped off to his flock, caught a

big, fat sheep, swung it across the pommel of his saddle, and rode

back with it to our tent. That was soon done, but now came the lama

question again. Were we lamas, or Chara-chun? Now, _Chara-chun_

means, literally, "black man," and is the name applied to all

Mongols who are not lamas. To one or other of the two classes we

must belong. But we certainly were not black men, that was clear;

and if not black men, we were necessarily lamas. The Mongols worked

out the conclusion satisfactorily in their own minds, and lent

cheerful aid in killing and dressing our mutton, for that was the

great practical issue of the question.

We had heard much from Tellig and others of the sume, or temple of

Tuguruk, and we took a few Mongols with us and started off to visit

it. It is a neat little house built of stone, but the smallest place

of worship perhaps in the world, smaller even than some missionary

chapels I have seen. A priest came out of a neighbouring yourt, and

opened the door for us. The interior was covered all over with dust,

but we were already so dusty that we did not scruple to sit down.

Half the space was occupied by the materials for making yourts,

apparently new; and no doubt left by some wandering Mongol for safe

custody. A second priest soon joined us, and the two together took

down two old brass trumpets, like the Chinese bagpipes, to give us

some music. These instruments were so dusty inside and out, and

their joints so loose, that no sound of any kind could be produced

from them. The priests puffed and blew as if they would have burst

their boilers, but the rusty old brass would yield no sound.

Among our new acquaintances was a youth of fifteen, called

_Haltsundoriki_, the most active and intelligent of the Mongols we

had met with. He was much interested in us and our belongings, and

during our few days' stay at this place, he came regularly every

morning, and stayed with us till nightfall. He was a most willing

servant to us, collecting argols, lighting our fire, washing our

dishes, taking our ponies to water, and making himself universally

useful. As our visitors increased in numbers, they crowded our tent

inconveniently, especially at meal-times, for they had a nasty habit

of fingering everything they saw. _Haltsundoriki_ was therefore

installed as master of the ceremonies, and vigorously did he

exercise his authority over young and old. It was quite understood

that he might bore us as much as he liked himself, but he was not to

permit any one else to do it. He used the utmost freedom with all

his countrymen who came in his way, riding their horses or camels

without asking leave, and levying contributions on all and sundry

in the shape of tobacco, cheese, or anything they might happen to

possess. He furnished us with amusement by chaffing and playing

practical jokes on his friends, without regard to age or sex. His

wit was in a great measure lost on us, but we made great progress

in the Mongol language under his tuition. Although not a lama, he

was educated, and could read and write both Mongol and Tangut.

He was probably the son of some small chieftain who lived in the

neighbourhood, and had had an opportunity of seeing better society

than the cowherds.

On intimating that we were prepared to do a little horse-dealing, we

at once set in motion several Mongols on their ponies. Armed with

a long light pole, with a large loop at the end of it, they ride

at the drove, and singling out the one they want, they generally

manage to throw the loop over his head without much difficulty. An

old hand, that has been hunted for a good many years, will sometimes

lead them a chase of an hour or two; for though the pony that is

ridden is always the fleetest, the hunted one doubles and dodges his

pursuer in every possible way. My Chan-kia-kow pony was so done up

as to be useless, and I exchanged him for a big, strong beast, with

doubtful feet, but the most likely I could find.

We were much pestered for biscuit, liquor, and empty bottles. It

was useless to tell our persecutors that we were on a long journey,

and required all our supplies. They have no consideration for

travellers, and would eat you up to the last morsel of food you

possessed. We found it a good plan to give them porter when they

asked for drink. The wry faces it produced were most comical, and

they never asked for more. As for the empty bottles, we reserved

them to requite any little services that were performed for us, and

to pay for milk. One old hag, a she-lama, came begging for drink,

and would not be denied. Her arguments were after this sort:--"You

are a lama, and I am a lama, and we are brethren, and our hearts

are in unison; therefore it is right that you should give me this

bottle of wine." The only reply to such an appeal would be:--"True,

I am a lama, and you are a lama, &c., but as the bottle is in my

possession, it is right it should remain so." The old woman would

still go rummaging about the tent, and it would have been rude to

turn her out _vi et armis_. At length she came across a bottle

uncorked, and pouring a little of its contents into the palm of her

hand, she licked it up with her tongue. The effect was remarkable,

her features were screwed up in hideous contortions, she went out of

the tent spitting, and did not ask for any more drink. The bottle

proved to contain spirits of wine which we used for boiling coffee.

The first theft we were conscious of was perpetrated during our stay

at Tsagan-tuguruk. Hitherto we had relied implicitly on the honesty

of the Mongols, leaving all our small things lying about at the

mercy of our numerous visitors. But now a few nick-nacks that our

lama had asked me to take charge of for him, were stolen out of my

cart during the night. We were very angry at this, and proclaimed

aloud that we would allow no Mongol to come near our tent till the

thief was discovered, and the property restored. It was impossible,

however, to stem the tide; and it seemed hard, moreover, to punish

the whole tribe for the misdeed of one who might have no connection

with the neighbourhood. We deemed it quite fair, however, to stop

their biscuit and brandy. On the return of the lama, we reported

the theft, but he received the news with perfect equanimity. In the

evening he got two other lamas to perform the prescribed incantation

for the purpose of discovering the thief. They performed their task

in a Mongol yourt with bell, book, and candle (literally, as regards

the bell and the book), reciting many yards of lama prayers, while

they told their beads. Our lama had asked us for some wine for the

ceremony. This was poured into three small brass cups which stood on

the table (the family box, or chest of drawers) during the ceremony.

It was too tedious to see it out, but our lama informed us next

morning that the incantation had been successful (of course)--that

they had discovered who the thief was, but as to catching him and

recovering the property, that seemed as far off as ever.

On the second day of our halt the Kitat arrived, in company with a

friend, both on camels, and with my pony, "Dolonor." He had managed

to lose his own camel in the chase, and had come up to us on one

borrowed from his companion. The lama gave him a cold reception,

lamenting bitterly over the loss of his camel. As to the pony, he

came full of spirits, but being rather poor when he ran away, the

six days' hard hunting in the desert had not improved his condition,

and I wished they had left him where he was.

We were two days kicking our heels about in the utmost impatience

before our lama deigned to make his appearance with the new camels.

As soon as he came, Tellig started on an expedition to see his

friends, who also lived some six or eight miles off, and did not

return till the next day. The lama, instead of preparing for the

journey, went dilly-dallying about, drinking tea and gossiping with

all the old women in the country, which we considered a wanton waste

of _our_ time, and we exhibited the feelings natural to us under

such circumstances. The lama tried every device to keep us till the

10th, but we were desperate, and forced them to commence packing

late at night, which was no easy matter in the dark, with unwilling

workmen. Tellig was civil and good-natured. The Kitat showed the

cloven foot so disagreeably as to provoke some rough treatment,

which led to his leaving our service. I suspect this had already

been arranged, for a substitute was found at a moment's notice. The

new camels not having been tried in harness, were first put into

the empty carts, and carefully led about for some time, before they

could be depended on for steadiness. All this occupied a good many

hours in a very cold night, and it was midnight before we got away

from Tsagan-tuguruk. Two friends of the lama accompanied us on our

first stage, which was only a few miles, for we were halted before

daylight. The lama's business matters had not been quite settled,

and he had a few more last words with his two friends. The packing,

so hurriedly done in the dark, had all to be done over again.

While these little matters were being arranged, we had time to take

stock of our new establishment. The camels were certainly fat and

fresh, humps full and erect, backs whole, with only the marks of

old scars. The camel department could not be in a better state than

it was. Kitat's substitute turned out to be a lama, a good-natured

looking fellow, whom we afterwards discovered to be well-meaning

but stupid. He could speak a few words of Chinese, and we therefore

christened him, in contradistinction to our chief of the staff,

who was _the_ lama _par excellence_, the "Kitat lama." We further

observed that _the_ lama had somehow got rid of his pony, and now

rode a camel, which looked ominous for the success or even the

preservation of our equestrian stock; for the lama hated camels, and

never rode one himself when he could help it.

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