The pass to Yarkand goes to the east, and the Afghan routes are to the west.

But to the north you come to a wall, and if you have wings you may get beyond it.

The Bada-Mawidi live in some of the wretched nullahs.

There is sport, of course, of a kind, but not perhaps the best.

I should recommend you to try the more easterly hills." The speaker's manner was destitute of all attempt to dissuade, and yet Lewis felt in some remote way that this man was trying to dissuade him.
The rock-wall, the Bada-Mawidi, whatever it was, something existed between Bardur and the Russian frontier which this pleasant gentleman did not wish him to see.
"Our plans are all vague," he said, "and of course we are glad of your advice." "And I am glad to give it, though in many ways you know the place better than I do.