"When we arrived at Linka two young drabas. were blowing two enormous, long trumpets. The husband of the lady who gave us a room in her house had died some forty-nine days. previously andthe Jamas and drabas, eight in number, linad been doing what they could to give his soul a safe passage to the and: of rest and bliss. We entered let our Jittle gramophone loose on the troubled waters and it had the desired effect. A large crowd gathered who wanted to. hear" the music £0 wife No, 2 had to remain Jquiet. She continued, however, to j-search from one room to anoth About one hundred people crush-led into the little front room and stood around the door. Where they Jeame from it is difficult to tell, but they were orderly and well-behaved. While the little service was going fon an enormous pig struggled in through the crowd and made its way to the back of the house. As we told them the gospel message don't remember ever, looking the face of a more dejected crat opium, gambling, wine, ati drinking, sie essence of the village of Linka.
There was a friendly old Chinese school teacher with whom we left some picture books. He was anxious to get some medicine to break off his opium and quite a number in the village made the same request. The habit of years, however, is not broken as they imagine.
By nine o'clock we were ready for bed and much to our chagrin' wwe discovered that our bedroom was merely a passage into another bedroom. We made the mistake of not applying for the inner room. eleven o'clock our neighbours. were still coming and going. Added to this the room we slept in had holes and cracks too numerous to mention. But daylight came and with it an invitation to visit the young. lady at the Black lamasery.
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