At night we approached Khathyl with great precaution and stopped on the shore of the river that flows from Kosogol, the Yaga or Egingol.

We found a Mongol who agreed to transport us to the other bank of the frozen stream and to lead us by a safe road between Khathyl and Muren Kure.

Everywhere along the shore of the river were found large obo and small shrines to the demons of the stream.
"Why are there so many obo ?" we asked the Mongol.
"It is the River of the Devil, dangerous and crafty," replied the Mongol.

"Two days ago a train of carts went through the ice and three of them with five soldiers were lost." We started to cross.

The surface of the river resembled a thick piece of looking-glass, being clear and without snow.