Travelling is never very fast or very hard in the land of the lama: To keep up three miles an hour is €0od going, two miles an hour being the ie pace, Yak as a general fre keep, the caravan at the two Every religion] has its saints, those mystic souls whose aspirations drive them above The young draba be-[comes dissatisfied with his surround.
ud his attainments. He may ness, drunkenness, even in the holy temple; he may discover there, men whose tion: bore every evidence to the truth, That every prospect I And only man ly vile.
Chamdo and Dendru again - started their little ditties to amuse—the @irls in the company. Chamdo: would sing four lines with reference to the charm and sweetness of the young maidens and it was up to Dendru to cap it. This he was! not slow in doing as the party would yell with laughter at his return, "Chamdo would come along with another four tines which' Dendru replied to with great, srusto, apparently bringing: the whole audience to his fact. It was traly contest of singing with a lively nomadic imagination as judge. Keeping this up for over an hour showed no mean ability in the art of spontaneous generation. Tha refrain seemed to be the same old own; he may experience in the holy retreat of Lamaism unholy desi and passions; he may realize the temple harbours eel outside world might be ashamed of, Dissatisfaction leads him issati to the next step, namely,
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