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
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.
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