The workmen of our host, eight in number, turned out to be officers hiding from the Bolsheviks.

They asked permission to go on with us, to which we agreed.
When my friend and I continued our trip we had a guard of eight armed officers and three horses with packs.

We crossed a beautiful valley between the Rivers Seybi and Ut.

Everywhere we saw splendid grazing lands with numerous herds upon them, but in two or three houses along the road we did not find anyone living.

All had hidden away in fear after hearing the sounds of the fight with the Reds.