The Archive · 1899

Notes of a Journey to the Border of Tibet

Presently we arrive at a gateway that looks like the entrance to a temple or yenén and our escort shouts its command fcr us to enter. This we are loth to do, we prefer more open quarters than this seemed to promise, Where are the hotels?" "In here, Sir, come on "—and the bridles are seized willy nilly and in we We were mistaken in our first esti-into, This is neither temple nor yamen, the entrance to tre Chinese quarter—t narrow, filthy street built ov, a.d only an annexe, to the monastery which li-s directly above it. With almost boundless laud about them to build in any shape they like, he Chinese have huddled themselves together in the worst possible fashion, so Glose and cramped indeed that the only windows tha' are any good are holes in the flat roof which are both windows and chimneys to these dark holes.

Phe whole town is out on the street, the priestly clement outnumbering all others as well it may. Three thousand lamas occupy the monastery and all others

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