The National geographic magazine . tile, and grainlooks well. Monday, August 5.—Earlythis morning we came to Omsk,and, crossing a long bridge overthe River Ob, we came into aflat prairie country. The soilis rich, the grass good ; fewtrees, and these small, more likebushes. It is magnificent farmland. Every little while wesee a herd of horses, cattle, andsheep grazing, and a Tatar boysitting on horseback and keep-ing them together. The townsare larger than before, but lessfrequent. Thisisgenuine prai-rie country. Wednesday, A ugust 7. —Sameas yesterday, only apparently 44 The National Geographi
The National geographic magazine . tile, and grainlooks well. Monday, August 5.—Earlythis morning we came to Omsk,and, crossing a long bridge overthe River Ob, we came into aflat prairie country. The soilis rich, the grass good ; fewtrees, and these small, more likebushes. It is magnificent farmland. Every little while wesee a herd of horses, cattle, andsheep grazing, and a Tatar boysitting on horseback and keep-ing them together. The townsare larger than before, but lessfrequent. Thisisgenuine prai-rie country. Wednesday, A ugust 7. —Sameas yesterday, only apparently 44 The National Geographic Magazine more fertile. Not much cultivation butmore grazing. This is the country ofthe Kirghiz. They are prairie is splendid, as good as I eversaw. Lakes and large ponds abound,and in the absence of rivers receive thedrainage. Thursday, Augusts.—Awakened thismorning early by the tug of the cars onthe upgrade, and, going out, found thatwe were climbing the eastern slope ofthe Ural Mountains. An occasional. An Oit-burninsf LocomotiveRailroad on the Siberian pretty view rewarded me for my earlyrising. The Urals here are about likethe Berkshire Hills. Grass is cut al-most to the top. The passage is notdifficult. We are now in Europe, hav-ing passed the boundary post in thenight. The Administrative boundaryis some 200 miles eastward of Kurgan,where, officially, Siberia begins. Allthe morning we were running down thevalleys, with an occasional pretty, far-reaching view. There is nothing spe- cially attractive about the scenery. Inthe afternoon we came into a splendidfarming countty, with the peasant vil-lages and large estates; splendid farms,wretched huts; wealth for the land-owner, misen7 and dire povert) for theland-worker. The density of popula-tion is much more apparent. Friday, August g.—Today we are ina country of no wood. As far as theeye can reach, the steppe is brown andbare after the harvest. The villages arenumerous, but so dry every-where, an
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