Sunday June 2 Got away from camp at 6.30. The road continued through a rocky country until the hills to the south (left) and a grassy plain at the right through which ran the river. A monotonous country but good grazing on the plains and many herds of sheep, cattle, horses. Sports very few miles and this is undoubtedly responsible for the lack of game. During the winter the Mongols camp in the valley and kill off all the animals of every sort, there seldom seen a finer country with such a total silence of wild animal life. We saw one hare in the long grass of a sandy plain far but except for the marmot we saw 2 days ago there has been absolutely nothing to collect in the way of mammals. It was a monotonous day for there was no chance of shooting and no caravans passed us, save for an occasional Mongol herder or traveller were the only persons on the road. When one Mongols appeared they would ride with me for a short distance as if we had decided to be stopping they would sit down and offer no amity. The Mongols seem to be a wonderfully hospitable race but their frank good nature is very much spoiled by their bad tempers.