a woman, mounted on camels. The woman was resplendent in a new red dress and the silver filagree cap upon her head shone in the sunlight. It was a typical picture of the days of Kublai Khan. It might have been a painting from a story book of the middle ages when the ingre court was more splendour than any the earth has ever seen. Only a great artist could have painted it perfectly, in all its life and colour its background of barbaric splendor, with the rolling plains themselves dressed in vivid green. I waited beside the road and of took a photo as they passed. Then I asked them to stop. I snapped a picture of the leaders. One old man became greatly interested in my spectacles and insisted on trying them on. When she let him look at them I amused them while I took a photo and the old man started to ride away with them. I caught his bridle. He finally gave them up with a laugh. He probably meant it for a joke but he wanted the spectacles badly. By, I'd joined the caravan and