ONE DAY IN MONGOLIA and complained
;
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came up for trial, the money carried the day, and
the case
defendant's influence and
the unfortunate lama was thrown into prison, where
he remained a year. arranged to come
After a time a
new
trial
was
the former verdict was reversed,
off,
the lama was acquitted, and his oppressor commanded to make restitution of a certain part of the property
which was clearly proved to have been appropriated by him. Still the lama was not satisfied, and, when I
knew him, was hanging about hoping to be able to
the
Yamens
in Peking,
institute proceedings that
would
lead to the restitution of the lost property in
As he had
full.
neither influence to secure the ear of the
great men, nor
money
to
buy over the
underlings, his
chance of success seemed small, and his case altogether miserable, as without the money he could not
show had
his face in
suffered,
and a half
;
Wu
T'ai.
In token of the
wrong he
he had not shaved his head for a year was long and gathered up in a
his hair
knot behind, his purse was empty, his dress was poor, his expedition had failed, and left him an oppressed outcast,
an object of
pity.
Hoping that the lama I had just met might be more happy in his expedition, I followed his direcand soon perceived a feature of the landscape with which I was familiar. This was what the
tions,
Mongols
call
now reduced
the
'
Bad
Wall,' originally an earth wall,
to the height of three or four feet, but
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