On Friday morning I visit to Hanyang. The streets were crowded with only-looking characters, hose remarks ware none of the pleasant est to hear, All the old police bad ran away, new police had not been installed, and there seemed to be no one in anthority. I made my way to the west gate. Onteide it, hanging in a basket, on the wall, was the graesom jade of a man's bead, with the stripes of policeman decorating the bottom of the basket, The Chinese characters on the stripes gave the information that the man was found looting and that this was his punishment.
The Prefect's yamen bad been fired during the night. The Prefect, 1 Mancha, bad escaped, but s Mancha tutor who had taught the Prefect's family was not so fortunate, He was caught and varomarily beheaded.
The Hei yameo was a short dietances to the sooth of the was intact. The revolutionary soldiers raided it in the early morning, bat the magistrate bad already got away. They discovered his hiding place, however, head, asked revolutionary. He replied, "I am a Chinese, how could I bat " and he was at once reinstalled in his former position, and his yamen guarded by revolutionary soldiers. argents evidently bare not ed order in Hanyang as they seem to have done in the other two cities, During a walk of abet five miles through the most thickly populated part of the city, I only met nine revolationary soldiers on patrol, sad these wore in squads of three snd had a
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