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328 ADVENTURES IN TIBET.
I used at this stage to do the reconnoitring myself,
and generally took with me the Lama, to acquire practice
in speaking Mongohan. On the 6th July we crossed over
another pass, which brought us to a sandy region with
tolerable grass. Farther on, having pitched on a place
for the camp, we had to wait for the caravan to come up,
for the animals were going slower and slower in proportion
as their strength gave out. On this occasion we were
waiting beside a little spring, and when after a couple of
hours we at length heard the caravan bells, we found that
two of the camels had been left behind, though they were
brought in later on during the evening. One of them was
the veteran of 1896, being one of the three which in that
year accompanied me all the way down the valley of the
Keriya-daria, for considerable distances across the desert
of Takla-makan, and then down the Tarim to the
lakes of Lop-nor and the Kara-koshun. Finally I had
sold him in Charkhlik for a mere trifle, and five years later
bought him back again at a high price, though I did not
mind that, for I looked upon him as an old friend and
travelling companion. But he was now doomed, and he
knew it himself, for when Sirkin led him forward that I
might photograph him, his legs trembled under him, and
the tears welled out of his big bright black eyes. How-
ever, he did not give up just yet.
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