Peeps into China . s stepped forth, and, picking up a fewstones, hurled them at me, some taking the desiredeffect. Seeing my situation, I retreated down thestreet, but after a few steps I fell to the to arise, I was knocked down, and withevery additional attempt there was an additionalfailure. I at last became exhausted, and so laymyself down, panting and half-unconscious. Thecrowd did nothing more but revile and make looked around for a sight of an official or attendant,but there was none. After nearly an hours time aconstable came and helped me away. The officialswe
Peeps into China . s stepped forth, and, picking up a fewstones, hurled them at me, some taking the desiredeffect. Seeing my situation, I retreated down thestreet, but after a few steps I fell to the to arise, I was knocked down, and withevery additional attempt there was an additionalfailure. I at last became exhausted, and so laymyself down, panting and half-unconscious. Thecrowd did nothing more but revile and make looked around for a sight of an official or attendant,but there was none. After nearly an hours time aconstable came and helped me away. The officialswere informed by my colleagues, but did next morning I arrived home in a chair, havingpassed a sleepless night, with back and head achingto the full. There I passed my birthday, with atleast sympathetic colleagues. The plan proved a failure, but it brought the case to a head/ The next step was to report all par-ticulars to the United States Minister, and for himto render prompt and much-needed I CHAPTEE XXXI. DEATH OF DR. MACKENZIE. EVEE has the solemnity of life, as intensifiedby death, so impressed me as since myarrival in China. Away from home makeshome events more striking. In nearlyevery mail there comes the announcement of someprominent person passing away. Such news mustneeds make the thoughtful to think the more. Lifeassumes the drapery of tragedy rather than the garbof comedy. They die around us and are buried inour very sight, and this is so everywhere. Going tonew scenes, how strange the feeling when one afteranother, right on the other side of the globe, leavetheir toil and go into that region that none of us herehave entered. Even youth, with its vivacity andsportiveness, pauses in the presence of death, andoften sheds more tears of sorrow then and there thanthe aged, with experience and sobriety. Great men die, and we miss them because weadmired them; good men die, and we miss thembecause we loved them. On the last Sunday of March 1888, on c
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