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Whenever I carried the children their lunch at school, I ran round and went to hear the teachers. Richter, Mrs. Olufsen, and Mrs. In this class there were all sorts of people, old and young, grey headed folks and children; but most of them were free people. After we had done spelling, we tried to read in the Bible. After the reading was over, the missionary gave out a hymn for us to sing.
But Olufsen unexpectedly announced that he was forced to spend some few days more in Urga a fatal decision for him, for a month later he was reported killed by Sepailoff who remained as Commandant of the city after Baron Ungern's departure. The War Minister, a stout, young Mongol, joined our caravan. When we had gone about six miles from the city, we saw an automobile coming up behind us.
We wished often for fruit but that is nonexistent in Mongolia except a few, hard, watery pears, which merchants import from China. Mr. Larsen was in Kalgan for the summer but Mr. Olufsen turned over his house and compound for our work.
Since it was impossible to learn what had caused the trouble, Yvette rode to Andersen, Meyer's compound to bring back Mr. Olufsen and his interpreter. She found the whole courtyard swarming with excited Mongol soldiers. A few moments later Olufsen arrived, and we were allowed to return to his house on parole.
Olufsen. We could not be married in the English Church. English marriage is not allowed to slaves; and no free man can marry a slave woman. When Mr. Wood heard of my marriage, he flew into a great rage, and sent for Daniel, who was helping to build a house for his old mistress. Mr. Wood asked him who gave him a right to marry a slave of his?
Not only does he understand the psychology of the natives, but he knows every hill and plain of their vast plateau as well as do the desert nomads. For some time he had been in charge of Andersen, Meyer's branch at Urga with Mr. E. W. Olufsen and we made their house our headquarters. Mr. Larsen immediately undertook to obtain an outfit for our work upon the plains.
The Danish merchant E. V. Olufsen was to have traveled out with me and also a learned Lama Turgut, who was headed for China. Never shall I forget the night of May 19th to 20th of 1921! After dinner Baron Ungern proposed that we go to the yurta of Djam Bolon, whose acquaintance I had made on the first day after my arrival in Urga.
After drinking tea at Djam Bolon's yurta I rode back to my quarters and packed my few belongings. The Lama Turgut was already there. "The Minister of War will travel with us," he whispered. "It is necessary." "All right," I answered, and rode off to Olufsen to summon him.
He purchased two riding ponies for us from Prince Tze Tze; he borrowed two carts with harness from a Russian friend, and bought another; he loaned us a riding pony for our Mongol, a cart horse of his own, and Mr. Olufsen contributed another. He made our equipment a personal matter and he was never too busy to assist us in the smallest details.
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