. Die russische Straße nach China . von langhörnigen Rindern, mager und gaunt, kratzend weg den Schnee auf der Suche nach Nahrung. Montiert auf kleinen zotteligen Ponys sind Figuren begraben Häute, die Wache über sie halten. Man erkennt einen neuen Typ unter den Massen an den Stationen, - flache Gesichter, runde Augen, quadratische Verdickungsmittel. Hier im Grenzland verschmolz die alte Rasse mit den Slawen und hat sich verwandelt.die Söhne der Tataren, deren Name schon in den Namen eines in Tartarus wohnenden, der ihre erbitterte Tapferkeit fürchtete, zerfallen ist, sind zu Ladenbesitzern, Eisenbahnhänden, Kellnern und Metzgern geworden, die mich verkaufen wollen

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. The Russian road to China . of long-horned cattle, lean andgaunt, scratching away the snow in search of food.Mounted on little shaggy ponies are figures buriedin skins, who keep guard over them. One detects a new type among the crowds at thestations, — flat faces, round eyes, square thicksetbodies. Here on the borderland, the old race hasfused with the Slav and has become metamorphosed.The sons of the Tatars, whose very name was dis-torted into that of a dweller in Tartarus by thosewho feared their fierce valor, have become shop-keepers, train-hands, waiters, and butchers, whocome to sell meat and milk to the chef of the wagonrestoran. Sometimes, at the stops, figures, gnome-like in enveloping red capote and grotesquelypadded furs, hold their ponies with jealous rein, staring curiously at the locomotive and passengers. Looking long from the windows at this steppe, a drowsy hypnotism steals over the mind — a dullstupor of unbroken monotony. It is better to doas the Russians — pay no attention whatever to the. > Pi< w o o c <;w pi 65 THE GREAT SIBERIAN RAILWAY 47 landscape outside, but make the most of the lifewithin the moving caravansary, — cards and cigar-ettes and liqueurs, tea and endless talk, with yarnsthat take days for the spinning. The uniformed judge, passing by, joins you. Heis traveling to a new appointment with his swarmingfamily of children, shawl-decked females of unknownquality and quantity, the household bedding, andthe ancestral samovar, all crowded into one stiflingcompartment. He discusses volubly the confusionsof the Code, and propounds a unique theory of hisown as to Russian jurisprudence, to the effect thatall the best laws of other nations have been adopted, with none of the old or conflicting enactmentsrepealed. The general drops into the circle. He isinteresting when one has pierced the crust, butdogmatic. At every station the soldiers of the gar-rison, not on sentry-duty, jump to one side, swinghalf-around, and stand at the

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