Dans la terre interdite, un compte rendu d'un voyage au Tibet . lâcheté visible montré à chaque occasion par les Tibétains, que nous avons eu à attacher la noblesse à ces incidents, et non seulement ils nous ont notés avec peur, mais ils ont même cessé de nous exciter ou de nous défaire beaucoup. Nous sommes allés comme d'habitude, descendre à la plaine, et quand nous sommes à mi-chemin à travers, j'ai dévoré les collines allround avec mon télescope pour voir si je pouvais discerner les tracesde notre ennemi pusillanimeux. Là, ils sont, pleurés Chanden Sing, qui a eu le thème magnifique vue de tout homme que j'ai connu, comme pointé au sommet d'une colline où,

• Contributeur: The Reading Room / Alamy Banque D'Images
• ID de l’image: 2AWFNTT
• Taille du fichier: 7,1 MB (667,6 KB Téléchargement compressé)
• Autorisations: Modèle - non | Propriété - non
• Dimensions: 970 x 2576 px | 8,2 x 21,8 cm | 3,2 x 8,6 inches | 300dpi

Informations supplémentaires

Cette image appartient au domaine public, ce qui signifie que le droit d’auteur a expiré ou que le titulaire du droit d’auteur a renoncé à ses droits. Les frais facturés par Alamy couvrent l’accès à la copie haute résolution de l’image.

Cette image peut avoir des imperfections car il s’agit d’une image historique ou de reportage.

In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . onceivable cowardice shown onevery occasion by the Tibetans, that we got to attach noimportance to these incidents, and not only did they notinspire us with fear, but they even ceased to excite or dis-turb us much. We went on as usual, descending to the plain, andwhen we got half-way across it, I scoured the hills allround with my telescope to see if I could discern tracesof our pusillanimous foe. There they are, cried Chanden Sing, who had themost wonderful eyesight of any man I have known, as hepointed at the summit of a hill where, among the rocks, several heads could be seen peeping. We went on with-out taking further notice of them, and then they cameout of their hiding-place, and we saw them descendingthe hill in a long line, leading their ponies. On reachingthe plain they mounted their steeds and came full galloptowards us. They were quite a picturesque sight in theirdark-red coats or brown and yellow skin robes and theirvari-colored caps. Some wore bright-red coats wath gold 32. A MESSENGER braiding, and Chinese caps. These were officers. Thesoldiers matchlocks, to the rests of which red and whiteflags were attached, gave a touch of color to the other-wise dreary scenery of barren hills and snow, and thetinkling of the horse-bells enlivened the monotony ofthese silent, inhospitable regions. They dismountedsome three hundred yards from us, and one old man, throwing aside his matchlock and sword in a theatricalfashion, walked unsteadily towards us. We received himkindly, and he afforded us great amusement, for in hisway he was a strange character. I am only a messenger, he hastened to state, andtherefore do not pour your anger upon me if I speak toyou. I only convey the words of my officers, who do notdare to come for fear of being injured. News has beenreceived at Lhassa, from whence we have come, that aPlenki (an Englishman) with many men is in Tibet, andcan be found nowhere. We have been sent to capt

Recherche dans la banque de photos par tags

• bookcentury1900
• bookdecade1900