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THREE YEARS IN TIBET

NEARLY DYING OF THIRST

I had no tea — in fact could not have any — that evening before I went to sleep. It is wonderful how one gets accustomed even to hardships; I slept well that night.

Before sunrise the next morning, on resuming my journey, I thought I espied a stream of water coursing through a sandy country at a distance which I judged to be about seven miles in the direction of my progress. Not having had a drop of water, or anything whatever in liquid form, since the afternoon of the previous day, I was of course thirsty ; but now I had a prospect at least of obtaining some quenching draught, and allaying the thirst with a pinch of hotan, now and then, I made good headway. On reaching the supposed river, what was my disappointment and dismay! Instead of a stream of