The distant chugging of motors drew the attention to the ubiquitous buses near tke city, the gray battlemented walls, the pagoda-topped East 'Mountain on the right, the ranges of treeless mountains and away 10 the left the shapelessly searred Hsikwashan. We heard the noise of another hundred dollars' worth of bung-bung crackers from the motor terminal, On reaching it, we found a second ceremony was to open the same to the public. The back of the terminal courtyard is occupied by a memorial Strine for deceased soldiers. The candies, offerings of oranges and bananas, and vessels were being removed as we entered: only the cense sticks remained before the tablet. The mixture of obelisk and incense, terminal and shrine, Bri Bedford cars and candles, cenotaph and ancestral tablet, bullets and bananas was an incongruous but manifest reminder that tke heart of man, whether East or West, is injcurably idolatrous, and seeks not God through His only begotten Son.
was probably the biggest cclebration day Tayit has ever seen and fon the. streets majors and colonels were more in evidence than privates. Every soldier and military coolie got an extra ration of eighty cents for special food that day, so the pigs, geese, chickens, fish and numerous other' dainties all unwittingly helped the general feeling of festivity. The next day the terminal was open for business, though.the cars were still attended to in tke old temporary sheds opposite. Kuangtung and Kiangsi meet and mix at Tay; but the river still flows on.
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