Every Chinese subject who out registers his name and 100 cash toll. Once out he flings a stone at a certain battered hole in the wall to read his future in the wilderness. If the stone sings in a quavering falsetto when it strikes all will be well and he goes on with a light heart. But if it simply thumps and drops without musical Huang's wall without a thrill. The Chinese make this passage a funetion and on wall and towers, gate, inn walls and kangs they have left impromptu compositions, setting forth most elaborately their states of mind as they plunged into the great sea of desolation beyond. Not that it is so very desolate when one gets through, but countless generations of sentimental vagrants have made it de trap to tremble on this threshold of unwalled China and
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.