MOONLIGHT ON MUS-TAGH-ATA 377 
called forth on the snowfields by the sun. The only 
alternation was of black and white — the silver of the 
moon, the gloom of the shadows, at once barren and 
monotonous like those on the surface of the moon herself, 
but at the same time grand, enthralling. 
Although the Sarik-kol valley was vividly illumined by 
the moonshine, it was not easy to recognize the landmarks 
in the prevailing grey of the gravel detritus. It was only 
with difficulty that I could distinguish the darker yeylaus 
THE HIGHEST PART OF THE YAM-BULAK GLACIER 
(summer camps) of Kamper-kishlak, Yam-bulak, and 
Su-bashi, their pasturages watered by the glacier-streams. 
The outline of Little Kara - kul lake was but slightly 
marked. The entire landscape, in this direction, right 
up to the crests of the mountains of the Pamirs, w’as an 
inextricable chaos, without any point to arrest the eye. 
The scenery was most beautiful in the quarter of the 
moon. I stood as though chained to the spot in the 
crackling snow, and could do nothing but look and look, 
