Identifier: inforbiddenlanda03land (find matches)
Title: In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Landor, Arnold Henry Savage. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: New York and London, Harper & brothers
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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Naini Tal and here scores of servants and Shikaris(sporting attendants) offered themselves. They one andall produced certificates of good conduct, irreproacha-ble honesty, good - nature, and willingness to work, andpraises unbounded of all possible virtues that a servantcould possess. Each certificate was duly ornamentedwith the signature of a General, a Captain, a Lieutenant-Governor, or some other considerable personage, buteach bearer of such testimonial seemed sadly neglectedby those who had been so enthusiastically pleased withhis services, for he invariably commenced by asking fora loan of several rupees to purchase boots and blankets,and to enable him to support a wife with or without afamily whom he would be leaving behind. I decided that my means did not permit of my sup-porting the dear ones at home of the two or threedozen followers I should require, and I made up mymind to wait and see whether I could not find men tosuit me farther on my route without involving myself in 8
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MY FAITHFUL COMPANION the liability of supporting the entire population I left be-hind me. I made only one exception. I was sittingone fine day in my room at the Dak Bungalow (postresting-house) when an odd creature entered and offeredhis services, salaaming me. Where are your certificates ? I asked. Sahib, hwm certificates ne haV (Sir, I have no cer-tificates.) Well, then I may employ you. I had previously had a good look at the fellow. Hisfacial lines showed considerably more character and forcethan I had noticed in the features of other local natives.His attire was peculiar. He wore a white turban, andfrom under a short velvet waistcoat there protruded agaudy flannel shirt in yellow and black stripes, which hewore oddly outside of his trousers instead of in them.He had no shoes, and carried in his right hand an oldcricket stump, with which he presented arms, as itwere, every time I came in and went out of the room.I at once decided to try him. It was about nine oclockin the morning

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