The barren hills south of Beipiao, swept by an icy wind from Mongolia, stand in stark contrast to the ancient environment, which stratigrapher Hao Zhaolin of the Beipiao Bureau of Mineral Resources Administration describes as a shallow, warm lake whose waters teemed with shoals of fish, with flocks of birds overhead.

Since he was color blind he was unable to discriminate between the blue and green bottles.

His room was airy with a slight breeze gently blowing in from the top portion of the two-part window which was that had been left ajar for the purpose of refreshing and clearing the dusties.

“He's not the first driver that's charked, and he won't be the last,” Modelar said, speaking low. “The day you no longer accept that is the day you hang up your spurs.”