In the extreme north of the Chinese empire, just south of Irkoutsk, in the midst of desert wilds, unknown to Greek or Roman, there were wandering tribes called Mogols.  They were a savage, vagabond race, without any fixed habitations, living by the chase and by herding cattle.  The chief of one of these tribes, greedy of renown and power, conquered several of the adjacent tribes, and brought them into very willing subjection to his sway.  War was a pastime for their fierce spirits, and their bold chief led them to victory and abundant booty.  This barbarian conqueror, Bayadour by name, died in the prime of life, surrendering his wealth and power to his son, Temoutchin, then but thirteen years of age.  This boy thus found himself lord of forty thousand families.  Still he was but a subordinate prince or khan, owing allegiance to the Tartar sovereign of northern China.  Brought up by his mother in the savage simplicity of a wandering shepherd’s hut, he developed a character which made him the scourge of the world, and one of its most appalling wonders.  The most illustrious monarchies were overturned by the force of his arms, and millions of men were brought into subjection to his power.

At the death of his father, Bayadour, many of the subjugated clans endeavored to break the yoke of the boy prince.  Temoutchin, with the vigor and military sagacity of a veteran warrior, assembled an army of thirty thousand men, defeated the rebels, and plunged their leaders, seventy in number, each into a caldron of boiling water.  Elated by such brilliant success, the young prince renounced allegiance to the Tartar sovereign and assumed independence.  Terrifying his enemies by severity, rewarding his friends with rich gifts, and overawing the populace by claims of supernatural powers, this extraordinary young man commenced a career of conquest which the world has never seen surpassed.

Assembling his ferocious hordes, now enthusiastically devoted to his service, upon the banks of a rapid river, he took a solemn oath to share with them all the bitter and the sweet which he should encounter in the course of his life.  The neighboring prince of Kerait ventured to draw the sword against him.  He forfeited his head for his audacity, and his skull, trimmed with silver, was converted into a drinking cup.  At the close of this expedition, his vast army were disposed in nine different camps, upon the head waters of the river Amour.  Each division had tents of a particular color.  On a festival day, as all were gazing with admiration upon their youthful leader, a hermit, by previous secret appointment, appeared as a prophet from heaven.  Approaching the prince, the pretended embassador from the celestial court, declared, in a loud voice,

“God has given the whole earth to Temoutchin.  As the sovereign of the world, he is entitled to the name of Genghis Khan (the great prince).”