Perhaps this whole marriage question on the Tibetan frontier' comes up here to do business, it may be tea, musk, or wool, and before he can go very far he must find someone with a knowledge of the Tibetan language. The wild and. wodly nomad from Lamaland yel's him in a strange and mysterious tongue; what does he mean? asks the merchant, and what does he want?) From the yak-butter folds of his sheep-skin garment he produces some musk and is merely' asking the tea merchant to exchange some tea for the musk. That's all but it involves the merchant from the plain in considerable difficulty.
Now a Tibetan wife is always cheaper and leas embarrassing, than an American negro: moreover she becomes an integral part of the
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