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THROUGH ASIA 
A MONGOL REGGAR 
copious fall of snow on the Burkhan Buddha, a mountain 
whose summit gleamed white in the south. After all, 
the water was not more than three or four feet deep, 
but unfortunately the horses sank so heavily in the mud, 
and were even in danger of sticking fast in it. Every 
packing-case we had would get saturated to the lid. That 
would never do. 
Although we had not covered more than seven and a 
half miles that day, we had no other choice except to pitch 
our tents and wait until the water went down. It was 
very annoying to be stopped by this wretched pretence 
