Travels into Bokhara (Volume 3 of 3): Being the Account of A Journey from India to Cabool, Tartary, and Persia; Also, Narrative of a Voyage on the Indus, From the Sea to Lahore, With Presents From the King of Great Britain; Performed Under the Orders of the Supreme Government of India, in the Years 1831, 1832, and 1833 — John Shaqi
Travels into Bokhara (Volume 3 of 3): Being the Account of A Journey from India to Cabool, Tartary, and Persia; Also, Narrative of a Voyage on the Indus, From the Sea to Lahore, With Presents From the King of Great Britain; Performed Under the Orders of the Supreme Government of India, in the Years 1831, 1832, and 1833Burnes, Alexander, Sir
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Travels into Bokhara (Volume 3 of 3): Being the Account of A Journey from India to Cabool, Tartary, and Persia; Also, Narrative of a Voyage on the Indus, From the Sea to Lahore, With Presents From the King of Great Britain; Performed Under the Orders of the Supreme Government of India, in the Years 1831, 1832, and 1833
Burnes, Alexander, Sir
Afghanistan -- Description and travel; Asia, Central -- Description and travel; Bukhoro (Uzbekistan) -- Description and travel; Burnes, Alexander, Sir, 1805-1841 -- Travel; Indus River Valley -- Description and travel
I shall not now dwell on these subjects, though eminently interesting;
but, in the course of my narrative, I shall endeavour to identify the
modern Indus with the features of remoter times. If successful in
the enquiry, we shall add to our amusement, and the interest of the
chronicles themselves. It is difficult to describe the enthusiasm one
feels on first beholding the scenes which have exercised the genius
of Alexander. That hero has reaped the immortality which he so much
desired, and transmitted the history of his conquests, allied with his
name, to posterity. A town or a river, which lies on his route, has
acquired a celebrity that time serves only to increase; and, while we
gaze on the Indus, we connect ourselves, at least in association, with
the ages of distant glory. Nor can I pass over such feelings without
observing, that they are productive of the most solid advantages to
history and science. The Scamander has an immortality which the vast
Mississippi itself can never eclipse, and the descent of the Indus by
Alexander of Macedon is, perhaps, the most authentic and best attested
event of profane history.
~Visited by the Sinde authorities.~
The jealousy of the Sinde government had been often experienced, and
it was therefore suggested that we should sail for the Indus, without
giving any previous information. Immediately on anchoring, I despatched
a communication to the agent of the Ameers at Darajee, signifying
my plans; and, in the meanwhile, ascended the river with caution,
anchoring in the fresh water on the second evening, thirty-five miles
from the sea. Near the mouth of the river we passed a rock stretching
across the stream, which is particularly mentioned by Nearchus, who
calls it a “dangerous rock,” and is the more remarkable, since there
is not even a stone below Tatta in any other part of the Indus. We
passed many villages, and had much to enliven and excite our attention,
had we not purposely avoided all intercourse with the people till
made acquainted with the fate of our intimation to the authorities
at Darajee. A day passed in anxious suspense; but, on the following
morning, a body of armed men crowded round our boats, and the whole
neighbourhood was in a state of the greatest excitement. The party
stated themselves to be the soldiers of the Ameer, sent to number
our party, and see the contents of all the boats, as well as every
box that they contained. I gave a ready and immediate assent; and we
were instantly boarded by about fifty armed men, who wrenched open
every thing, and prosecuted the most rigorous search for cannon and
gunpowder. Mr. Leckie and myself stood by in amazement, till it was at
length demanded that the box containing the large carriage should be
opened; for they pretended to view it as the Greeks had looked on the
wooden horse, and believed that it would carry destruction into Sinde.
A sight of it disappointed their hopes; and we must be conjurors, it
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