nine o'clock
There were none of those Djiguit foot soldiers who were mounted , nor of those Sarbaz who were not . Vanished had those magnificent bodies of Taifourchis , armed and disciplined in the Chinese manner , those superb lancers , those Kalmuck archers , bending bows five feet high , those `` tigers '' with their daubed shields and their matchlocks . All have disappeared , the picturesque warriors of Kachgaria and the emir with them . At nine o'clock we are on our return to Yangi-Chahr . There , at the end of the streets near the citadel , what do we see ? The Caternas in ecstatic admiration before a troop of musical dervishes . Who says dervish says beggar , and who says beggar evokes the completest type of filth and laziness .