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of the Pamirs, snatched greedily at the appetising 
pasture as they went along. We crossed three more 
small bridges, the last of them a particularly dangerous 
one. We narrowly escaped losing one of our horses 
there, which put its foot through the thin planking. 
The baggage having been taken off the animal’s back, 
all hands set to work to haul him up again. That 
done, the men mended the bridge by filling up the 
hole with turf. After that we left the Ghez-daria on 
the left, and travelled on to Tash-melik (more correctly 
lash-balik — Stone Fish), where there was a small 
Chinese fort, the commandant of which would not 
allow us to proceed until he had first seen and examined 
my pass. The last night of our journey was spent at 
the village of Terem (Arable Land^ and on the evening 
of the ist May we reached Kashgar. There I was 
warmly welcomed by my old friend Mr. Petrovsky, Rus- 
sian consul-general, and his secretary Mr. Lutsh. 
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