A STORM 



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managed to kill a young sheep, whose meat he had 

 brought back for the pot. These constant gales 

 from the west lasted during almost the whole week 

 we spent at this camp. I must own that we were 

 pitched most unfavourably with regard to this ; 



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WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS. 



sweeping gusts would come down the narrow gully 

 westwards and meet those from the main valley just 

 at the place where we had camped, thus joining on 

 our housetops from two different directions. This 

 and other considerations prompted us strongly to 

 shift camp into Mongolia, where, moreover, we 



