In a state of semi-consciousness I made this whole journey toward the large group of swampy lakes, feeding the Koko Nor and a whole network of large rivers.
From fatigue and constant nervous strain, probably helped by the blow on my head, I began suffering from sharp attacks of chills and fever, burning up at times and then chattering so with my teeth that I frightened my horse who several times threw me from the saddle.

I raved, cried out at times and even wept.

I called my family and instructed them how they must come to me.

I remember as though through a dream how I was taken from the horse by my companions, laid on the ground, supplied with Chinese brandy and, when I recovered a little, how they said to me: "The Chinese merchants are heading for the west and we must travel south." "No! To the north," I replied very sharply.
"But no, to the south," my companions assured me.
"God and the Devil!" I angrily ejaculated, "we have just swum the Little Yenisei and Algyak is to the north!" "We are in Tibet," remonstrated my companions.

"We must reach the Brahmaputra." Brahmaputra.