The tidewaiters who met me as I ended would not examine my luggage, but ordered iron teacart. They gave directions to the Chinese driver, and T thought it better not to interfere, but meekly followed with the Japanexe boy sent by the steamer very kind ly to help me. However, this wretched Chinese carter, instead of going to the Rail-say Station which, ax it proved, was down the wharf and close to the Russo-Chinese Bank, whose fine building T already' knew so well, drove over the hills out into the open country, and he stopped before a house, where certainly was anoth baggage. It looked very unlike my a Station, but I pushed open a swing door and went in, Going forward, I at door I could not open, then found that the door I had came in by had wang to, it was quite dark, and I could not find it. The only thing was to push all round, and when my hand touched the door it gave and I got out again, not knowing to this moment what the house was, nor why the carter took us there. Thad tried all the way there to find who understood French or German, 3] in vain. Now desperate, T hailed rather smart officer driving by in a smart carriage and he at last understood me and directed the carter. But we arrived tired out and only just in time at the Station. If only I had known the word for Railway or Station in Chinese, but alas! T did not.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.