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terror, and, of course, dirt everywhere completed the
furniture of this dismal chamber. But there remained
many more temples and apartments, from the inspection
of few of which we were excused by the talkative and,
apparently, perfectly friendly lamas. After drinking tea
with the Abbot under the somewhat oppressive chaperon-
Palkhor choide seen round the corner of the rock on which the jong of Gyantse is built.
age of four Sikhs armed to the teeth, we left the monastery
with many expressions of goodwill.
This was the first of many excursions to places of
interest in the neighbourhood. The strangest visit we
ever paid was that to the Buried Monks. One day
O’Connor and I rode out down the valley about twelve
miles to a small village in the cleft of the mountains
