SIXTY-THIRD ARTICLE, Chaotungfu.
We took our enve for one day at Tungchuan, Mr. and Mrs. W. Tremberth, a pleasant We-t-Country couple. who hope w'timately to leas a host of Chinese into paths of geac#, made us welcome and comfortable. They urged " longer halt. But winter waits on no cyclist, ant we had yet nearly two thousand miles to travel in Chida. So we pleaded haste and pressed A convenient nent-ut-hand town gate provid-d an opportunity for slipping away unheeded', We ran cly the side of the sturdy guardian wali, as broad and as. eternal as the blocks in the old wall of Terusalem, and we syun over the plain to. where the hills dippe! invitinsly. In half an-hour we were climbing the mountains, and in an hour we locke! back on the town vf Tungchuan lying among the trees on the far side of the vale.
The country was the same as it had been for weeks before, and as it was to be for weeks to come—bare, barren, a prey to chill winds, with desolation everywhere, The first afternoon out we were pelted with rain, The mountain yeth was nigh impassable, but a good Buddhist priest, within the past year, had made a causeway of boulders. Wir the wind moaning fretfully. and us'shivering wretchedly, an un-contortable night was p-sed at an uncomfortable little hamlet called Hungshihai.
In the morning there was a turbulent torrent to doss. It came tearing out of the mountains. There being nocycling, we were stride mules, and time and time again we searched for a fording place. We sent men across carying our bicycles. They were up to their waists in water. One coolie was swept off his feet. Machine and man disappeared, but other men plunged in and rescued both. Then with mangeuvring and pattering and Chinese: epithets—peculiarly suitable to mules—the:.
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