We stopped on the shore of the frozen stream in a spot where we found shelter from the wind under the lee of a high shore.

In our stove we did have a fire and in our kettle boiling water.

Also our tent was warm and cozy.

We were quietly resting with pleasant thoughts of supper to soothe us, when suddenly a howling and laughter as though from some inferno burst upon us from just outside the tent, while from the other side of the valley came the long and doleful howls in answer.
"Wolves," calmly explained the Mongol, who took my revolver and went out of the tent.

He did not return for some time but at last we heard a shot and shortly after he entered.
"I scared them a little," said he.