Word: camels
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...deer, gazelles, etc., etc.-and with anecdotes which needed no stuffing. Against all advice they had penetrated the snow-blocked Pamirs into Russian Turkestan, threaded the glaciered Tian-Shan range, crossed Chinese Turkestan and headed for Urga in Mongolia. One evening an armed band of Mongols surrounded their camel train, confiscated all arms and ammunition, waved aside the travelers' passports, tied their hands and soaked ropes to make them cut deeper. The Mongols explained they had never heard of America and were going to kill Messrs. Clark and Morden. These men discussed their insurance policies and "hoped they would...
...third day out we ran into a rather odd experience, which may be worth recounting. We were riding in our accustomed three-abreast formation with "Ham and--" and the baggage camels in the middle, Eddas on the left, and I on the right, when quite suddenly the sky paled a trifle and a curious singing noise, like the hum of bees, made itself heard in the distance. I was about to inquire the reason when Eddas clutched my arm convulsively and pointed to the rear. Turning as rapidly as I could, I was just in time to see a mounted...
Long, long before we reached the camel compound we smelt not All that Mr. Kipling said regarding the festive "Oont" is quite true, but he didn't say half enough; he was writing for publication. Any animal that crunches the tough, green, desert, cactus, which bears hard, white spines two inches long, and enjoys it, doesn't deserve to be classed as an animal...
...scafrs bound around our faces. We halted long enough to pass a rope from one to the other of us so that we should not become separated; then for a while we proceeded in this fashion, but eventually the all grew so thick that we could not see a camel's length before us, and were forced to make the panting Meharis kneel. What a storm that was! The wind scoured our faces, hands, and any other exposca parts, with a merciless rain of flying sand, filling the pockets of our clothes, my pockets rather, and the deme with minute...
...imagined, our day had been a bit lively, so we pitched camp early in a little hollow and attempted to shake a bit of dust from our effects. We were quite ready for peace and quiet in large doses, but one of our camels commenced to gargle in a particularly painful manner. To me is was nothing but an unpleasant noise, but the way that "Ham and" and Eddie dove for that pile of rifles was a caution! It was now dark and the cook fire was burning brightly; so Eddie stopped just long enough to kick dirt...