Identifier: adventuresporttr00fergrich (find matches)
Title: Adventure, sport and travel on the Tibetan steppes
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Fergusson, W. N Brooke, John Weston, l880-l908
Subjects: Tibet (China) -- Description and travel China -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York : Scribner
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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t theyshould really know how pretty they looked. So the priestshad the mirrors all collected and broken up, saying that bymeans of these reflectors the foreigners would get possessionof their souls. There is a belief current that to look into alooking glass will cause an abortion, which is why so manyof them object to being photographed. To avert this influencethe priests called all the holy men together, and, in chorus,from the roof of the temple, they clanged their cymbals,blew their trumpets, read their holy books, and poured outall the curses in their ritual on the foreigners head, for hisattempt to harm the people under their care. They weresurprised that their curses seemed to have but little influenceon the bearing towards us of the common people who liadbecome used to us and had received our medicine, andcertainly we did not seem to mind their cursing in the least.The next day many who had been helped by the medicinesthey had received the previous day came to thank me, and 174
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SOME POPIlES NEAR THE SNOW-LINE. The Journey to Chosschia. brought friends along to have their troubles attended to ;even some of the Lamas came for medicine. As we passedthe temple on our way to the State of Damba they all gatheredon the roof of their temple again and in loud chorus continuedtheir most impressive ceremony of yesterday; but with nobetter result, for w^e quietly stood by and j^hotographed them,much to their amazement. Passing up a broad valley, covered with grass on whichwere many horses and cattle feeding, we came to a smallmonastery, called Tawei. Here we turned due west, andstarted up a steep incline. After climbing for about a mile,the grade became more gradual and we came to farms wherethey were just sowing their buckwheat. It came on to fain,and the pass that was still far above us was white with new-fallen snow, so we stopped for the afternoon and night in anold farmhouse, used only in the autumn, when the farmerscome up to reap the harvest. Next morning it w^as

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