Francis Worcester Doughty, Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)
“ With that quiet good sense he ever displayed, the old lama let the matter drop. “Is there a way of passing through that wall?” asked the Doctor. “Most certainly,” was the reply. “There is a passage directly through it leading down the mountain. From thence to Lh’asa the way is short and easy. Indeed the city might be discerned from the mountain tops beyond the river, could we but transport ourselves there.” “Ah! If we only could!” I cried; “but tell me, father, this passage: is it below the water level now?” “It is, my son; we can only possess our souls in patience till the waters fall.” ”
