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uneven with years of use, and now they are being pulled up, re-surfaced, and relaid. The process leaves a narrow pathway at one side of the raod open, and when two cars, a camel train, sixteen rickshas, and five wheelbarrows of night-soil, honey wagons, try to use this path at the same time, the limits being strictly defined by a solid wall on one side and rough piled blocks and deep holes on the other, there are apt to be complications. But this was as nothing to the end of the trip. Just after it got good and dark we left the main road and after a little search found the YSCS "private motor road" and turned into it. Roy Andrews says that their motor cars imitated goats in Mongolia this summer. Ours certainly imitated the wily serpent. First the road resembled the bed of a [[borok?]] sunk between two fields, but soon we got to a small village where the sides of the channel were walled with stone to the height of our heads, and this stone so affectionate that it threatened every minute to wedge us fast between the walls. In one or two places the wall slanted in a bit at the top and we would not have been surprised at a contribution from them. We had gathered conversations with Pettus that there was a point beyond which the night and the narrow winding lanes we looked ahead along the spot-lighted road and imagined that the walls were rapidly narrowing the path to that point. The convention of linear perspective so common in western painting looked as if it were to be an accomplished fact. But at last we [[strikethrough]] xxxxxxxx [[strikethrough]] stopped in a small open space, got out, and stumbled after our guide up the hillside. In a few minutes we were greeting Bill Pettus at the door of the great, wide-porched, low stone house that was the lower of the two buildings of the hostel. 

We were quartered in the upper house, and Dorothy and I had a big room to ourselves. When we had washed we went down to the lower porch for supper. The entire staff was gathered there, with the exception of a couple wives. There were Pettus and Hummel and Porter and myself, and Dorothy and Miss Popoff, the secretary, and Miss Williams, the Dean of students, and Mrs. Collins and Miss Hall, the hostesses, and Mrs. Pettus. We had plenty of room in buildings equipped for thirty guests.