Catoctin clarion., 1918-03-14
Encampment Of Nomad Tent Dwellers.


the road led, striking suddenly a trail
that emerged onto small plateau.
The sheer thrill of that little plateau
like sharp upturning Chinese mir
ror! At the foot Of the ascent lay a
Bethlehem village. The mellow after
noon sunshine reflected in small
pool-the whole study in quietude,
And beyond, rushing swiftly away to
the North, our Promised Land, the
great Mongolian plain.
To the Top Of the World.
The ascent of the next morning was
delayed by the appearance Of cara
van of two-whecled ox-carts piled with
wool, there where the pass notched
the sky. But 1t was worth the de-
lay. Whatever else slips from me
through memory's net, it will not be
those carts, for one supreme moment
dominating the world, and then, like
all things mortal, each losing the su-
preme moment at the crest of things
aud plunging down the pass, lost in
the dust below, while We ourselves
took the uptrail to the top of the
world.
The top of the world! Beyond
vision of sky and plain, magnificent
open country rushing away gloriously
to the horizon and beyond. That Is
the feel of Mongolia-beyond; vast,
silent beyond. Something Of desert
beauty lay in its unbroken spaces,
peace and healing and desert inscrut-
ability. 1t was of the desert and yet
IT was not desert. It's tawny mono
chrome was tinged with green, soft
cncd by short, sparse grass through
which a summer wind rustled, invit-
ing one to pleasant wanderings.
The Tent DweIers.
We were now well up in fresh, I'M
trammelcd land. There We're no fields,
no houses, no villages, only an occa-
sional encampment Of black Mongol
tents with its guard of dogs. True
nomads land.
The black Mongol tents are made Of
layers of felt stretched on a collapse
BILE wicket Of wood about four feet
high, from which spokes of wood eX-
tend to meet above at the top, the
whole corded with stout ropes. There
are no windows and the entrance con-
sists of one low door. Against the
walls of the tent stand bright chests
of clothing, brass cooking vessels,
rows of chetscs, barrel of intoxi-
cant made from sour milk, and small
Buddhist shrine. Felt and fur rugs
cover the earth floor and the low dais
at the back which adds Turkish look.
On a center brazier tea SINNERS from
morning till night, tea drunk copious-
ly with butter and salt and handful
of millet. The whole is Overhung with
an indescribable odor, Siberian but
more so; skins, cheese, smoke. horses,
dogs, sheep, cows, tobacco, sour milk,
incense to the gods and unwashed hu.
manity, a combination into which the
odors Of Cairo might be carried as a
perfume.
The Mongol mother prepares the
family meal in pot on the braZier or
sews cloth shoes with long needle.
In one of the tents wedding was IN
prospect-a wedding which consists OF
the bridegroom's dashing up with a
group of friends on the swiftest horses
obtainable and carrying off the bride
before dawn-and in the corner of the
tent sat q Chinese silversmith ham,
merng out the barbarically beautiful
headdress that forms every brides
dowry. One Mongol woman pointed
out to me three beads in her dowry
which she said cost horse each. The
men also have an inside occupation
smoking and taking snuff. One tent
sufIices for family, unless it be a rich
one, and on cold nights 1t shelters all
the calves and lambs, little brothers
of the field"
The Mongol is darker in color than
his Chinese neighbor, high-cheeked,
squat, weather-beaten, almost protec-
tive in coloring. Rarely, If ever, on
Mongol face Is seen that fine intelli-
gence which stamps the Chinese; the
fact that he has produced no arts, no
crafts, that he is a worker in no me-
dunn, is writ large in the crudity of his
expression. AS Buddhist, he refus-
es to till the soil lest he take life-kill
a beetle, for instance. Sheep he may
kill, however, since that may be accom-
plished without Buddha's cOgnizance,
back of the tent. Flocks have another
advantage, too, over fields; flocks he
may carry with him. And the Mongol
knows no shades of prison house!
Give Mongol sheep and horse
and he will feed, clothe, house himself
and roam the plain. Add COW and
he can get drunk. Life has nothing
more to offer.