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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 274 pages of information about Camps and Trails in China.

The servants and mafus suffered considerably but it was too late to go on and there was no alternative but to spend the night on the mountain.  As soon as the tents were up the men huddled disconsolately about the fire, but we started out with a bag of traps while Heller went in the opposite direction.  We expected to catch some new mammals during the night, for there were great numbers of runways on the bare hillsides.  The ground was frozen so solidly that it was necessary to cut into the little Microtus tunnels with a hatchet in order to set the traps and we were almost frozen before the work was completed.  The next morning we had caught twenty specimens of a new white-bellied meadow vole and a remarkable shrew with a long curved proboscis.

Everyone had spent an uncomfortable night, for it was bitterly cold even in our sleeping bags and the men had sat up about the fire in order to keep from freezing.  There was little difficulty in getting the caravan started in the gray light of early dawn and after descending abruptly four thousand feet on a precipitous trail to a Lolo village strung out along a beautiful little valley we were again in the pleasant warmth of late autumn.

The natives here had never before seen a white person and in a few moments our tents were surrounded by a crowd of strange-looking men and boys.  The chief of the village presented us with an enormous rooster and we made him happy by returning two tins of cigarettes.  The Lolo women, the first we had seen, were especially surprising because of their graceful figures and handsome faces.  Their flat turbans, short jackets, and long skirts with huge flounces gave them a rather old-fashioned aspect, quite out of harmony with the metal neck-bands, earrings, and bracelets which they all wore.

The men were exceedingly pleasant and made a picturesque group in their gray and brown felt capes which they gather about the neck by a draw string and, to the Lolos and Mosos alike, are both bed and clothing.  We collected all the men for their photographs, and although they had not the slightest idea what we were about they stood quietly after Hotenfa had assured them that the strange-looking instrument would not go off.  But most interesting of all was their astonishment when half an hour later they saw the negative and were able to identify themselves upon it.

The Lolos are apparently a much maligned race.  They are exceedingly independent, and although along the frontier of their own territory in S’suchuan they wage a war of robbery and destruction it is not wholly unprovoked.  No one can enter their country safely unless he is under the protection of a chief who acts as a sponsor and passes him along to others.  Mr. Brooke, an Englishman, was killed by the Lolos, but he was not properly “chaperoned,” and Major D’Ollone of the French expedition lived among them safely for some time and gives them unstinted praise.

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