J. E. Chamberlin

It was springtime, two years ago, and having just finished a book about horses I had gone riding in northeastern Mongolia—the heartland of horse cultures—with my son Geoff and a young lad named Gohe from one of the nomad families. They had moved from the winter shelter of the mountains to the open prairie a month or two before and were settling in for the summer season of calving and lambing and foaling and caring for the health of their…

This is the only place in the world to which more than a million immigrants were herded in a single decade … No provision of any importance was made by any government to house, feed, succour, clothe or support them … Whether they lived in the cities, towns or on homesteads, their survival required that they help one another … With such …