They will be relieved every six hours.

Russians will take us up to the frontier of Turkestan, and Chinese will take us on through China.
But there is one representative of the company who will not leave his post, and that is Popof, our head guard, a true Russian of soldierly bearing, hairy and bearded, with a folded overcoat and a Muscovite cap.
I intend to talk a good deal with this gallant fellow, although he is not very talkative.

If he does not despise a glass of vodka, opportunity offered, he may have a good deal to say to me; for ten years he has been on the Transcaspian between Uzun Ada and the Pamirs, and during the last month he has been all along the line to Pekin.
I call him No.

7 in my notebook, and I hope he will give me information enough.

I only want a few incidents of the journey, just a few little incidents worthy of the _Twentieth Century._ Among the passengers I see on the platform are a few Jews, recognizable more by their faces than their attire.