I was travelling post from Tiflis.
All the luggage I had in my cart consisted of one small portmanteau half filled with travelling-notes on Georgia; of these the greater part has been lost fortunately for you; but the portmanteau itself and the rest of its contents have remained intact fortunately for me.

As I entered the Koishaur Valley the sun was disappearing behind the snow-clad ridge of the mountains. In order to accomplish the ascent of Mount Koishaur by nightfall my driver an Ossete urged on the horses indefatigably singing zealously the while at the top of his voice.