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376 ADVENTURES IN TIBET.
medicaments, he produced, to our surprise, a packet of
raisins, which he had bought in Charklilik. After baking
myself well in the sun, I was painted afresh by the Lama,
and practised the answers it would be prudent to give to
the inquisitive questions which sooner or later were bound
to be addressed to us. This was, however, a ticklish matter,
for according to our Lama the Dalai Lama knew everything,
he even knew what we were talking about at that very
moment ; but he was good, said our Lama, and would not
let any harm happen to us, especially as he knew that we
had no hostile intentions with regard to his holy land and
city.
On the 4th August, after a still, quiet night, with a bright
moon in a star-strewn sky, we continued our journey towards
Lassa. Soon after starting we met a big yak-caravan, the
leaders of which wore tall yellow hats with wide brims, and
carried long muskets fired from forked supports. We had
no occasion to speak to the Tibetans and intended to pass
them quite quietly ; but our mules, which had made the
most of the good grazing during the past few days, were of
a different way of thinking, for they suddenly turned tail
about and ran in amongst the yaks, which, resenting their
company, scattered in a panic and went off in headlong
flight. The Tibetans whistled and screamed, we shouted
and halloed, Yolbars and Malenki got up a private prize-
fight with their Tibetan associates—in fact, the greatest
confusion reigned. At length, however, after no end of
trouble, each party succeeded in getting hold of their
respective runaways, and we parted good friends.
After crossing over another low pass, crowned by a cairn
of stones with the inscription, On manch padjuch hum, we
came to a tract in which there were several black tents with
herds of yaks and flocks of sheep grazing round about them.
Human beings were, however, few and far between, and
when we at length got hold of an old man and asked him to
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