Snow-covered Hillside Grave Site of Dr. J. H. Edgar, Who Succumbed to Influenza 'Tachiontu, Mar. 25 To-day a great border warrior found his last resting place on the hill above Tachienlu, It had snowed heavily during the night and the city' was covered with a beautiful mantic of fresh, white snow. From now on {it May the frontier usually has a number of very heavy snow falls and fas a rule the passes are very dificult fo cross, A heavy fall of three, six for nine inches will take place during the night and before midday very little may be seen. And this Is what happened when we laid this old. war-lor 0 rest to-day. As the darkness erept over Tachienlu snow fell heavily @uring @ good part of the night and some of us began to wonder how we would proceed.
Daybreak came and with it a most glorious sunrise, To the south lic the great snowy tops of the Yajagen Range and the carly morning sun turned them into peaks of gold. Later the mountains surrounding Tachient were covered with gorgeous sunlight and we then knew that by midday the Beautiful mantle of snow would have completely disappeared, enabling to bury the old warrior in his last Yesting place among his own beloved mountains. We had planned to keld the funeral service about eight o'clock but delayed this till about noon to Hive the snow a chanco to melt.
The men carrying the body feared that unless this was done they would have some dif culty in reaching the grave, Everything, however, turned Out Just as the old warrior, who had run fis race, would have loved it to do. A. glorious sun shone out from fa peerless blue sky transforming the order town of Tachienlu into a perfect fairly land, We very often have stich mornings, but this morning, the glories of cant: and sky seemed to vie wits each other to honour th: memory of one who knew the frontier Better than any other man. J. H. Edgar knew the border for more thai: thirty years and was as familiar with Mts bypaths as its great highways. in Tachienlu and this made it to some extent very popular.
It was also the rendezvous for innumerable venders who eater to the palate of those who frequent this open space. No one devoted to good oF public works has to walt long on this plaza before he gathers an audience. And here Mr. Edgar took his stand day by day distributing the Word of God to the Tibetan, the Chinese, and the tribes. In many ways it was an ideal spot but it har-Boured germs of the vilest and most virulent. type and no doubt this where the old warrior picked up his influenza.
Tnnumerable beggers, like the blind and halt and withered at the Poot 38 Years in China James Huston Edgar came to China. from New Zealand in 1898, A. watiderer from his youth, like George Borrow, he continued his wandering in a strange and foreign land, Wanderlust was his very life blood; have caged ttm was impossible: he Jived on movement, and one scene: at action merely drow him on to another, A wandering life in New Zealand and Australia brought him the call to more wandering in China and the Tibetan frontier.
No man bore more valiantly Yan 3. H, Edgar the banner with—the strange device, Excelsior, Further and higher, where no. man had bee, were. the welch-words that moved him Into action, Chatrin, Nyarong, Jurong, Jarong and the gorges of the Yangtze, the Mekong and the Sal-ween, were all known to the traveller who iked wandering in his blood. He loved the saddle and he loved the road, though he sometimes detested the wild brute ko was forced to ride. No one, even casually, could visit the Tibetan frontier, and fail to meet the man who knew it so well, And there are very fow to-day, Chinese, Tibetan of tribal, who have not seen this man with bunch of Gospel portions under He came from a rugged Scottish stock who turned up soil that Ead not been turned up before and this continued to be his life work: turning up sell and hoping, ever hoping, that younger and more daring men would follow him and sow the seed. He worked for nearly 95 years, largely along the border land between China and Tibet, turned up unturned ground, sown the Good Sead of the Kingdom and waited very patiently for others to follow, That, however, was denied him, and the old warrior two days ago, shouted Excelsior for the last time. Ho was buried to-day, as he wanted to be, with his beloved snow mountains all around him. Trey rise above him, but tke call Exeelsier, now has no charm for the old, weary and travel-worn scout.
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