ABSTRACT
IN the course of a night ride across the ice-covered surface of Lake Bagrash-Köl I had lost my companion and for his guidance had set fire to a reed bed which stuck up through the ice. Worn out with weariness and cold I went to sleep close by the burnt-out but still glowing remains of the fire and awoke to find that the heat had scorched and charred a third part of my big wolfskin coat.
