The Siberian Overland Route from Peking to Petersburg,: Through the Deserts and Steppes of Mongolia, Tartary, &c.Michie, Alexander
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The Siberian Overland Route from Peking to Petersburg,: Through the Deserts and Steppes of Mongolia, Tartary, &c.
Michie, Alexander
China -- Description and travel; Siberia (Russia) -- Description and travel
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.
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