WESTERN SIBERIA AXD THE ALTAI MOUXTATXS 



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Photograph from Klla R. Christie 



THEY HAVE HAD FEW TRAVELERS TO BUY THEIR POSIES DURING THE LAST SIX YEARS 

 (SEE ALSO ILLUSTRATION ON OPPOSITE PAGE) 



designed for occasions far less likely to 

 occur, among which I recollect this : 

 "Have you seen the crocodile ?" — a ques- 

 tion singularly inappropriate in an empire 

 none of whose waters are warm enough 

 for that animal. 



At last, however, we found words the 

 equivalents to "Many thanks,'' and 

 "Farewell," and the highly decorated 

 Tchinovnik (the Russian term for a 

 member of the civil service) departed, re- 

 turning next morning to bring with him a 

 Danish gentleman, a mining engineer, 

 who spoke English and proved very help- 

 ful, discovering for us an interpreter to 

 accompany us on our journey. We were 



surprised to find that in a city of sixty 

 thousand people nobody, except one or 

 two university professors, seemed able to 

 speak either German or French. 



CELEBRATING 



THE NAME DAY 



TS A REV ITCH 



OE THE 



When we awoke next morning all the 

 bells were clanging, for it was the "Name 

 Day" of the Tsarevitch. the delicate child 

 destined one day. if his thin thread of 

 life could be kept from breaking, to 

 mount the imperial throne and rule over 

 nigh two hundred millions of men. 



All the functionaries of the city — - 

 military, civil, and educational, each 



