It appeared that the party set out on Wednesday morning from Tientsin by eax, expecting to reach Peking, a 70 mile ride, at noontime, A hitch occurred at the Tientsin garage and they were delayed until about one o'clock. Even then they should have appeared in Peking in ample time for the engagement, However, not many miles out of Tientsin, u tyre burst, and in the course of the next 30 miles, breakdown succeeded breakdown. When with the alternative cither of stumbling: on to the capital or camping out ith a military post, They chose to all it a day" and slept on the roadside in marching order along with the soldiers, and like dogs, cording to Mr. Sizok. In the morn-{ing they were carly' astir, but, the ear had come to the end of its tether, and the party had to make their way forward as best as th could. In Mr. Strok's ease, it was for part of the way by' Peking cart, but Zimbalist strode ahead, the finishing up at Tungchow, where a lear was telephoned for." The remaining seven or eight miles to Poking were covered in the most lo Jcomfortable ride any of the mom-bers of the party had ever experienced. Altogether, Zimbalist had walked about 40 miles, but though he was muddied from head to toe, looked much fresher than Mr. Strok, whose reliance on the Peking cart had evidently been very much misplaced, life have not so far
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