eleven o'clock in the morning
I did not hear , as Madam Ujfalvy-Bourdon did , the band playing the _ Pompiers de Nanterre _ in the governor-general 's garden . No ! On this occasion they were playing _ Le Pere la Victoire _ , and if these are not national airs they are none the less agreeable to French ears . We left Tachkend at precisely eleven o'clock in the morning . The country through which the Grand Transasiatic is now running is not so monotonous . The plain begins to undulate , for we are approaching the outer ramifications of the eastern orographic system . We are nearing the tableland of the Pamirs .