Ultimately we crossed the frontier into No Man’s Land, and then into Russia and into a special train awaiting us. There were barbed wire entanglements still left, bridges had not been rebuilt, and all the evidences of the Koltchak attack were before our eyes. When we had got nicely settled in the train and gone a few miles, the chief of the Soviet of Narva, along with a deputation, came to give us a welcome to their country. How joyous they were to see an official deputation from Great Britain —the first of any sort since 1917! They cheered us, they sang for us, and they blessed us. As chairman, I had to make my first speech on Russian soil. I did my best, and the interpretations began, and after a while our train moved on.