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We resume our places.  Popof gives the signal for departure as Caterna trolls out the chorus of victory of the admiral’s sailors in Haydee.

A thousand cheers reply to him.  At ten o’clock in the evening the train enters Tcharkalyk station.

We are exactly thirty hours behind time.  But is not thirty hours enough to make Baron Weissschnitzerdoerfer lose the mail from Tient-Tsin to Yokohama?


I, who wanted an incident, have had one to perfection.  I am thankful enough not to have been one of the victims.  I have emerged from the fray safe and sound.  All my numbers are intact, barring two or three insignificant scratches.  Only No. 4 has been traversed by a bullet clean through—­his hat.

At present I have nothing in view beyond the Bluett-Ephrinell marriage and the termination of the Kinko affair.  I do not suppose that Faruskiar can afford us any further surprises.  I can reckon on the casual, of course, for the journey has another five days to run.  Taking into account the delay occasioned by the Ki-Tsang affair that will make thirteen days from the start from Uzun Ada.

Thirteen days!  Heavens!  And there are the thirteen numbers in my notebook!  Supposing I were superstitious?

We remained three hours at Tcharkalyk.  Most of the passengers did not leave their beds.  We were occupied with declarations relative to the attack on the train, to the dead which the Chinese authorities were to bury, to the wounded who were to be left at Tcharkalyk, where they would be properly looked after.  Pan-Chao told me it was a populous town, and I regret I was unable to visit it.

The company sent off immediately a gang of workmen to repair the line and set up the telegraph posts; and in a day everything would be clear again.

I need scarcely say that Faruskiar, with all the authority of the company’s general manager, took part in the different formalities that were needed at Tcharkalyk.  I do not know how to praise him sufficiently.  Besides, he was repaid for his good offices by the deference shown him by the staff at the railway station.

At three in the morning we arrived at Kara Bouran, where the train stopped but a few minutes.  Here the railway crosses the route of Gabriel Bonvalot and Prince Henri of Orleans across Tibet in 1889-90, a much more complete journey than ours, a circular trip from Paris to Paris, by Berlin, Petersburg, Moscow, Nijni, Perm, Tobolsk, Omsk, Semipalatinsk, Kouldja, Tcharkalyk, Batong, Yunnan, Hanoi, Saigon, Singapore, Ceylon, Aden, Suez, Marseilles, the tour of Asia, and the tour of Europe.

The train halts at Lob Nor at four o’clock and departs at six.  This lake, the banks of which were visited by General Povtzoff in 1889, when he returned from his expedition to Tibet, is an extensive marsh with a few sandy islands, surrounded by two or three feet of water.  The country through which the Tarim slowly flows had already been visited by Fathers Hue and Gabet, the explorers Prjevalski and Carey up to the Davana pass, situated a hundred and fifty kilometres to the south.  But from that pass Gabriel Bonvalot and Prince Henri of Orleans, camping sometimes at fifteen thousand feet of altitude, had ventured across virgin territories to the foot of the superb Himalayan chain.

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