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AFTER ANTELOPE IN TIBET. 



A WIDE sandy plain forms a trough among 

 rolling mountains. The strip of green winding 

 about somewhere near the centre indicates the 

 presence of a little stream which trickles and 

 stagnates, and at night freezes, among boggy 

 tussocks. If you were to look for the stream's 

 source it would be hard to locate, and if you 

 were to trace its downward course you would 

 find somewhere or other it had disappeared, 

 swallowed up in the sands that gave it birth. 

 Eventually, if you were to follow the trend 

 of the valley, you would come on a lake of 

 deepest sapphire blue, its margin marked by 

 dazzling incrustations of salt, into which great 

 evaporating-pan our streamlet would have found 

 its way by subterranean channels, thence to be 

 drawn up into the rare Tibetan air. 



The foreground of the scene, unrelieved by 

 trees or shrubs of any kind, is of a light sandy 

 colour, except where a short, coarse species of 

 grass gives it a greenish tint. On either hand 



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