The following extract from a letter from a foreigner residing near the seat of war in Manchuria has boon kindly placed our disposal "It is curious how different the reality is from the picture one conjures up when ata distance. In our part of the world, peacefulness and calm lie thickly around our borders. No war and no strain. Why, even when last week I had a short run to Tiehling on business of the Red Cross Refuge, no one prodded me with a bayonet, or even stopped me when meandering about the railway station, gazing at the unhurried throng of unanxious soldiers, the lino of loaded waggons that moved not, the hospital tents, the long skylighted Red Cross Hospital, the piles of clothing and what not, the crowded camp with its cold canvas near the foot of the hills, from which soldiers with picks and spades were coming down as the sun was setting and the camp fires were being lighted, some men in the camp running after each other like boys,—no sign of ruined cause, unless the solemn visage of an occasional officer might be imagined to be such."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.