. The Russian road to China . eand green of the Greek Church, with Its far-seengolden crucifix. A crowd of brilliantly-clad Mon-gols, lamas and laymen and girls and youths, arestrolling back from Malmachen. They are laughingand chattering, and in uncouth playfulness arepushing one another about across the road. Half a dozen of the Zinzins Chinese foot-guardare likewise coming from Urga, stolid-faced, super-ior. As they reach the tumultuous band it sinks intosilence, and the men crowd to the side of the roadthat the Chinese may pass. They tramp by without a glance. Then out fromthe Russian barr
. The Russian road to China . eand green of the Greek Church, with Its far-seengolden crucifix. A crowd of brilliantly-clad Mon-gols, lamas and laymen and girls and youths, arestrolling back from Malmachen. They are laughingand chattering, and in uncouth playfulness arepushing one another about across the road. Half a dozen of the Zinzins Chinese foot-guardare likewise coming from Urga, stolid-faced, super-ior. As they reach the tumultuous band it sinks intosilence, and the men crowd to the side of the roadthat the Chinese may pass. They tramp by without a glance. Then out fromthe Russian barrack-gate swings a little Cossack Inhis great black sheepskin hat, gray tunic, clatteringcurved sabre, boots and spurs. He Is one of theZabaikalskaia Burlats, whom Russians call Bratskie,the brotherly people. He speaks a tongue so similarto the Mongol that all these people can understandhim. They look up to him as a rich relative,fortunate in overflowing measure. For on the pil-grimages of Buddhist Burlats to Urga, their wives. THE GRl
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