Harold Lamb,
The Gate in the Sky
(1922)
“ Now that he was leaving the Syansk behind his mood was pleasant. Not that he had been alarmed by the Mongol's remark that Maak was perhaps making magic, sitting on one of the peaks of his hills, talking to his tengeri, spirits. But Petrovan had feared that even in the snowstorm the reindeer-keeper might find his herd and cut it out."He is like the reindeer after all," Petrovan thought. "He is a khada-ulan-obokhod, an old man of the mountain. Where he is driven, he will go." ”
