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nchi　Monastery　and；　by　the　clear　signs　of　the　divinations；　I　was　an　incarnate　Buddha　beloved　of　the　Gods。　　This　letter　of　this　kindly　disposed　Hutuktu　helped　me　very　muchperhaps　I　should　even　say　more；　that　it　saved　me　from　death。　　The　hospitality　of　my　hosts　proved　of　great　and　much　needed　assistance　to　me　because　my　injured　leg　had　swelled　and　was　aching　severely。　　When　I　took　off　my　boot；　I　found　my　foot　all　covered　with　blood　and　my　old　wound　re…opened　by　the　blow。　　A　felcher　was　called　to　assist　me　with　treatment　and　bandaging；　so　that　I　was　able　to　walk　again　three　days　later。

I　did　not　find　Colonel　Kazagrandi　at　Zain　Shabi。　　After　destroying　the　Chinese　gamins　who　had　killed　the　local　Commandant；　he　had　returned　via　Van　Kure。　　The　new　Commandment　handed　me　the　letter　of　Kazagrandi；　who　very　cordially　asked　me　to　visit　him　after　I　had　rested　in　Zain。　　A　Mongolian　document　was　enclosed　in　the　letter　giving　me　the　right　to　receive　horses　and　carts　from　herd　to　herd　by　means　of　the　〃urga；〃　which　I　shall　later　describe　and　which　opened　for　me　an　entirely　new　vista　of　Mongolian　life　and　country　that　I　should　otherwise　never　have　seen。　　The　making　of　this　journey　of　over　two　hundred　miles　was　a　very　disagreeable　task　for　me；　but　evidently　Kazagrandi；　whom　I　had　never　met；　had　serious　reasons　for　wishing　this　meeting。

At　one　o'clock　the　day　after　my　arrival　I　was　visited　by　the　local　〃Very　God；〃　Gheghen　Pandita　Hutuktu。　　A　more　strange　and　extraordinary　appearance　of　a　god　I　could　not　imagine。　　He　was　a　short；　thin　young　man　of　twenty　or　twenty…two　years　with　quick；　nervous　movements　and　with　an　expressive　face　lighted　and　dominated；　like　the　countenances　of　all　the　Mongol　gods；　by　large；　frightened　eyes。　　He　was　dressed　in　a　blue　silk　Russian　uniform　with　yellow　epaulets　with　the　sacred　sign　of　Pandita　Hutuktu；　in　blue　silk　trousers　and　high　boots；　all　surmounted　by　a　white　Astrakhan　cap　with　a　yellow　pointed　top。　　At　his　girdle　a　revolver　and　sword　were　slung。　　I　did　not　know　quite　what　to　think　of　this　disguised　god。　　He　took　a　cup　of　tea　from　the　host　and　began　to　talk　with　a　mixture　of　Mongolian　and　Russian。

〃Not　far　from　my　Kure　is　located　the　ancient　monastery　of　Erdeni　Dzu；　erected　on　the　site　of　the　ruins　of　Karakorum；　the　ancient　capital　of　Jenghiz　Khan　and　afterwards　frequently　visited　by　Kublai　Kahn　for　sanctuary　and　rest　after　his　labors　as　Emperor　of　China；　India；　Persia；　Afghanistan；　Mongolia　and　half　of　Europe。　　Now　only　ruins　and　tombs　remain　to　mark　this　former　'Garden　of　Beatific　Days。'　　The　pious　monks　of　Baroun　Kure　found　in　the　underground　chambers　of　the　ruins　manuscripts　that　were　much　older　than　Erdeni　Dzu　itself。　　In　these　my　Maramba　Meetchik…Atak　found　the　prediction　that　the　Hutuktu　of　Zain　who　should　carry　the　title　of　'Pandita；'　should　be　but　twenty…one　years　of　age；　be　born　in　the　heart　of　the　lands　of　Jenghiz　Khan　and　have　on　his　chest　the　natural　sign　of　the　swastikasuch　Hutuktu　would　be　honored　by　the　people　in　the　days　of　a　great　war　and　trouble；　would　begin　the　fight　with　the　servants　of　Red　evil　and　would　conquer　them　and　bring　order　into　the　universe；　celebrating　this　happy　day　in　the　city　with　white　temples　and　with　the　songs　of　ten　thousand　bells。　　It　is　I；　Pandita　Hutuktu！　　The　signs　and　symbols　have　met　in　me。　　I　shall　destroy　the　Bolsheviki；　the　bad　'servants　of　the　Red　evil；'　and　in　Moscow　I　shall　rest　from　my　glorious　and　great　work。　　Therefore　I　have　asked　Colonel　Kazagrandi　to　enlist　me　in　the　troops　of　Baron　Ungern　and　give　me　the　chance　to　fight。　　The　Lamas　seek　to　prevent　me　from　going　but　who　is　the　god　here？〃

He　very　sternly　stamped　his　foot；　while　the　Lamas　and　guard　who　accompanied　him　reverently　bowed　their　heads。

As　he　left　he　presented　me　with　a　hatyk　and；　rummaging　through　my　saddle　bags；　I　found　a　single　article　that　might　be　considered　worthy　as　a　gift　for　a　Hutuktu；　a　small　bottle　of　osmiridium；　this　rare；　natural　concomitant　of　platinum。

〃This　is　the　most　stable　and　hardest　of　metals；〃　I　said。　　〃Let　it　be　the　sign　of　your　glory　and　strength；　Hutuktu！〃

The　Pandita　thanked　me　and　invited　me　to　visit　him。　　When　I　had　recovered　a　little；　I　went　to　his　house；　which　was　arranged　in　European　style：　electric　lights；　push　bells　and　telephone。　　He　feasted　me　with　wine　and　sweets　and　introduced　me　to　two　very　interesting　personages；　one　an　old　Tibetan　surgeon　with　a　face　deeply　pitted　by　smallpox；　a　heavy　thick　nose　and　crossed　eyes。　　He　was　a　peculiar　surgeon；　consecrated　in　Tibet。　　His　duties　consisted　in　treating　and　curing　Hutuktus　when　they　were　ill　and　。　。　。　in　poisoning　them　when　they　became　too　independent　or　extravagant　or　when　their　policies　were　not　in　accord　with　the　wishes　of　the　Council　of　Lamas　of　the　Living　Buddha　or　the　Dalai　Lama。　　By　now　Pandita　Hutuktu　probably　rests　in　eternal　peace　on　the　top　of　some　sacred　mountain；　sent　thither　by　the　solicitude　of　his　extraordinary　court　physician。　　The　martial　spirit　of　Pandita　Hutuktu　was　very　unwelcome　to　the　Council　of　Lamas；　who　protested　against　the　adventuresomeness　of　this　〃Living　God。〃

Pandita　liked　wine　and　cards。　　One　day　when　he　was　in　the　company　of　Russians　and　dressed　in　a　European　suit；　some　Lamas　came　running　to　announce　that　divine　service　had　begun　and　that　the　〃Living　God〃　must　take　his　place　on　the　altar　to　be　prayed　to　but　he　had　gone　out　from　his　abode　and　was　playing　cards！　　Without　any　confusion　Pandita　drew　his　red　mantle　of　the　Hutuktu　over　his　European　coat　and　long　grey　trousers　and　allowed　the　shocked　Lamas　to　carry　their　〃God〃　away　in　his　palanquin。

Besides　the　surgeon…poisoner　I　met　at　the　Hutuktu's　a　lad　of　thirteen　years；　whose　youthfulness；　red　robe　and　cropped　hair　led　me　to　suppose　he　was　a　Bandi　or　student　servant　in　the　home　of　the　Hutuktu；　but　it　turned　out　otherwise。　　This　boy　was　the　first　Hubilgan；　also　an　incarnate　Buddha；　an　artful　teller　of　fortunes　and　the　successor　of　Pandita　Hutuktu。　　He　was　drunk　all　the　time　and　a　great　card　player；　always　making　side…splitting　jokes　that　greatly　offended　the　Lamas。

That　same　evening　I　made　the　acquaintance　of　the　second　Hubilgan　who　called　on　me；　the　real　administrator　of　Zain　Shabi；　which　is　an　independent　dominion　subject　directly　to　the　Living　Buddha。　　This　Hubilgan　was　a　serious　and　ascetic　man　of　thirty…two；　well　educated　and　deeply　learned　in　Mongol　lore。　　He　knew　Russian　and　read　much　in　that　language；　being　interested　chiefly　in　the　life　and　stories　of　other　peoples。　　He　had　a　high　respect　for　the　creative　genius　of　the　American　people　and　said　to　me：

〃When　you　go　to　America；　ask　the　Americans　to　come　to　us　and　lead　us　out　from　the　darkness　that　surrounds　us。　　The　Chinese　and　Russians　will　lead　us　to　destruction　and　only　the　Americans　can　save　us。〃

It　is　a　deep　satisfaction　for　me　to　carry　out　the　request　of　this　influential　Mongol；　Hubilgan；　and　to　urge　his　appeal　to　the　American　people。　　Will　you　not　save　this　honest；　uncorrupted　but　dark；　deceived　and　oppressed　people？　　They　should　not　be　allowed　to　perish；　for　within　their　souls　they　carry　a　great　store　of　strong　moral　forces。　　Make　of　them　a　cultured　people；　believing　in　the　verity　of　humankind；　teach　them　to　use　the　wealth　of　their　land；　and　the　ancient　people　of　Jenghiz　Khan　will　ever　be　your　faithful　friends。

When　I　had　sufficiently　recovered；　the　Hutuktu　invited　me　to　travel　with　him　to　Erdeni　Dzu；　to　which　I　willingly　agreed。　　On　the　following　morning　a　light　and　comfortable　carriage　was　brought　for　me。　　Our　trip　lasted　five　days；　during　which　we　visited　Erdeni　Dzu；　Karakorum；　Hoto…Zaidam　and　Hara…Balgasun。　　All　these　are　the　ruins　of　monasteries　and　cities　erected　by　Jenghiz　Khan　and　his　successors；　Ugadai　Khan　and　Kublai　in　the　thirteenth　century。　　Now　only　the　remnants　of　walls　and　towers　remain；　some　large　tombs　and　whole　books　of　legends　and　stories。

〃Look　at　these　tombs！〃　said　the　Hutuktu　to　me。　　〃Here　the　son　of　Khan　Uyuk　was　buried。　　This　young　prince　was　bribed　by　the　Chinese　to　kill　his　father　but　was　frustrated　in　his　attempt　by　his　own　sister；　who　killed　him　in　her　watchful　care　of　her　old　father；　the　Emperor　and　Khan。　　There　is　the　tomb　of　Tsinilla；　the　beloved　spouse　of　Khan　Mangu。　　She　left　the　capital　of　China　to　go　to　Khara　Bolgasun；　where　she　fell　in　love　with　the　brave　shepherd　Damcharen；　who　overtook　the　wind　on　his　steed　and　who　captured　wild　yaks　and　horses　with　his　bare　hands。　　The　enraged　Khan　ordered　his　unfaithful　wife　strangled　but　afterwards　buried　her　with　imperial　honors　and　frequently　came　to　her　tomb　to　weep　for　his　lost　love。〃

〃And　what　happened　to　Damcharen？〃　I　inquired。

The　Hutuktu　himself　did　not　know；　but　his　old　servant；　the　real　archive　of　legends；　answered：

〃With　the　aid　of　ferocious　Chahar　brigands　he　fought　with　China　for　a　long　time。　　It　is；　however；　unknown　how　he　died。〃

Among　the　ruins　the　monks　pray　at　certain　fixed　times　and　they　also　search　for　sacred　books　and　objects　concealed　or　buried　in　the　debris。　　Recently　they　found　here　two　Chinese　rifles　and　two　gold　rings　and　big　bundles　of　old　manuscripts　tied　with　leather　thongs。

〃Why　did　this　region　attract　the　powerful　emperors　and　Khans　who　ruled　from　the　Pacific　to　the　Adriatic？〃　I　asked　myself。　　Certainly　not　these　mountains　and　valleys　covered　with　larch　and　birch；　not　these　vast　sands；　receding　lakes　and　barren　rocks。　　It　seems　that　I　found　the　answer。

The　great　emperors；　remembering　the　vision　of　Jenghiz　Khan；　sought　here　new　revelations　and　predictions　of　his　miraculous；　majestic　destiny；　surrounded　by　the　divine　honors；　obeisance　and　hate。　Where　could　they　come　into　touch　with　the　gods；　the　good　and　bad　spirits？　　Only　there　where　they　abode。　　All　the　district　of　Zain　with　these　ancient　ruins　is　just　such　a　place。

〃On　this　mountain　only　such　men　can　ascend　as　are　born　of　the　direct　line　of　Jenghiz　Khan；〃　the　Pandita　explained　to　me。　　〃Half　way　up　the　ordinary　man　suffocates　and　dies；　if　he　ventures　to　go　further。　　Recently　Mongolian　hunters　chased　a　pack　of　wolves　up　this　mountain　and；　when　they　came　to　this　part　of　the　mountainside；　they　all　perished。　　There　on　the　slopes　of　the　mountain　lie　the　bones　of　eagles；　big　horned　sheep　and　the　kabarga　antelope；　light　and　swift　as　the　wind。　　There　dwells　the　bad　demon　who　poss