Arthur Mangin,
The Desert World
“ Two months in the year of bloom, and sunshine, and colour, and beauty, are all that Nature grants the wandering Mongolian.Such being the general configuration of the Steppes, one may easily imagine how stern and gloomy is the aspect of these immense plains, with no other interruptions of the soil than their tumuli, no other boundary than the sea. He who has not been habituated from youth to their monotony finds himself wholly unable to struggle against its depressing influence. Their dismal solitudes are in truth an immeasurable prison, where he wanders to and fro without hope of escape. ”
