In many places we came across the carcasses of sheep with necks torn and the flesh of the sides eaten off.
"It is the work of wolves," said the Mongol.

"They are always hereabout in large numbers." We came across several more herds of antelope, which ran along quietly enough until they had made a comfortable distance ahead of us and then with tremendous leaps and bounds crossed our bows like the proverbial chicken on the road.

Then, after a couple of hundred paces at this speed, they stopped and began to graze quite calmly.

Once I turned my camel back and the whole herd immediately took up the challenge again, coursed along parallel with me until they had made sufficient distance for their ideas of safety and then once more rushed across the road ahead of me as though it were paved with red hot stones, only to assume their previous calmness and graze back on the same side of the trail from which our column had first started them.

On another occasion I did this three times with a particular herd and laughed long and heartily at their stupid customs.
We passed a very unpleasant night in this valley.