about three in the afternoon
I must do nothing that might get Kinko into trouble . And so I am silent , and to-night I will , if possible , take a few provisions to my packing case -- to my snail in his shell , let us say . And is not the young Roumanian like a snail in his shell , for it is as much as he can do to get out of it ? We reach Khodjend about three in the afternoon . The country is fertile , green , carefully cultivated . It is a succession of kitchen gardens , which seem to be well-kept immense fields sown with clover , which yield four or five crops a year . The roads near the town are bordered with long rows of mulberry trees , which diversify the view with eccentric branches .