Y's noble Aug 26 a. m. fetched my with a half dozen billowy masses of snow-white clouds. Five minutes later the dark blue will have given place to a gray blanket stretched far over every inch of celestial space, darkness almost that of night will have filled the forest, and a flurry of rain drum on its tent. Hardly have I covered our drying skins—made all snug, fast when the clouds were have broken away and the sun will again be flooding our valley with the golden light of early autumn. For it is already autumn time, even this it is said only mid-August. The season corresponds with early October of a temperate climate, and we are already having nightly frosts which make the leaves sometimes flower and turn the leaves to yellow & gold. In the morning when I cross the valley to the mt. forests, this glass is white with frost and crackles beneath my foot like delicate shivering threads of spun glass. My moccasins are white with powdered snow-frost but at the first trick of the sun, valley & forest become shifting are dripping as from a heavy rain. My feet & legs, waist though are cooked in half an hour and I retire to camp at the end of the hunt as wet as tho' I had waded a dozen rivers. One can not move in foot in northern Mongolia without the certainty