The End of the Trek. 



all I had endured, and wished only that I might some day return 

 to see again the big ibex and hear the wapiti calling. 



But I was awakened from my musings by the clanging of 

 the bell warning all to step aboard. The last good-byes were 

 said, and the next moment the train rumbled out of the station 

 over the silent snow-covered wilderness on the way to Moscow 

 and — England. The long trek was over. 



