Mankow, Nov. 11, The employees of the Head Post Office and of all the branch post-offices in this city have gone on strike to-day, Nov. 1
The strike at the Hankow Post Office has been settled and the strikers will return to thole work to-day.—Toho, days later [learnt 2 new way of saying "thank you," The following day I met one of our members; he told me that in his village there are 30 homes, and these 80 homes have to provide three meals a day for 150 soldiers. Certainly, they are nearly all poor, but shien'it just means that the grain they have just veeped will be exten up in one month instead of six.
Two days ago the deacon and headman of this village came. iny he had just been beaten, and why? 'The magistrate wanted' $200 and two carts, $0 the head men all-had flogging just to show them what they would get if they failed to pro-Vide the needful a stated time, 20 he is now away collecting this trifle from the poor farmers around, "As I returned home in the afternoon T had to hurry past lest should see the heads fall from the sword, but they fell although T did not see them that day, but you can see them every day her The Devil's Garden Just while T write this letter I hear a rush of feet in this court yard. I run to the door and collide with' a man pressing into my dom, 1 go out to see the cause and look straight into the barrel of a rifle pointed at my door by one of two soldiers on one knee at my gate. The would-have-been impressed man escaped but I nearly was caught.
Just to-day I have had only seven appeals from Christian destitute families, not one of which but is eveatly deserving of help. But do you know since my arrival heré'in this devil's garden I have not seen one-soap box orator, nor heard one protest of my infringement nese rights. Oh, no, the student orators are all in retreat now preparing their speeches for the "day when the sun will shine again, "But what I have seen every day plainly as if it were made of iron is the old slave gang stick in whose forked grip are the necks of these poor Chinese peasants.
T fear my way back to Sanyaan is now blocked. My last messenger fell into the. hands of soldiers, was stript, beaten, robbed and gent empty away.
In a few days Sinafu may either fall or be relieved, but the end of the war in Shensi is not yet, 'The horizon is hazy and especially $0 "for some of us married men who Have seen §9 little of our wives and familles. The need of the church eries cloud and arrests us, and-yet there are also whisperings' as clear though not so loud wi that there may be other pea
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