June 6 Thursday Last night we left Andersen Meyer's place at 7.45. Our three carts got off ahead of us and we came along on our horses, with Mr. Jensen, and Mr. Mrs. Alfason who were to ride out part way with us. We went west through Urga, past the Tshana city and over over the plain toward Baggion-ee. The sun was brilliant and played like gold upon the grass yellow-green roofs of the temples. In the distance, on the banks of the Irka River we could see the palace opposite the 'Khan-Tu' like the mystical dwelling in the Arabian nights lying peacefully amidst the green spots with long willows. All about us on the plain, while feet against were dotted over its grass and thick of grazing sheep and camels. At the river we said goodbye to our friends and rode on alone over the springy turf south westward toward the faint outlines of the Baggion-ee which faded off into purple hills in the horizon. For five miles or so, the looming summits of the ridge were clad in green, but the trees disappeared as we went on and ceased altogether long before we reached the pass where we now are. We had topped at the bottom of the long slope and started up its hill