Boats were used for the journey and those who made the trip, foreigners and Chinese alike, were arranged sardine-fashion, with just room 10 lie down, cramped and miserable, In the burning heat. All was quiet then until October, when again the Reds swooped. This time, all who could fled before the ad-vaneing army in a welter of terror ind dread, the aged hobbling on, mothers once more throwing their babes into the river. Thousands stood st the water's edge imploring Passage across. the " tumultuous stream. Behind them the Reds threatened, before them the muddy water rolled and boiled, above them scorching sun added to. their wretchedness. The missionaries, waiting for their boat, saw a soldier, mad with fear, run amok, shooting down whoever was in his path, One man dropped in his tracks beside the women.
Finally they reached Chungking, and, despite its relative safety, they remembered too clearly the dismal scenes behind them, the tremendous marching speed of the Reds, the stories of death and disaster' thi abounded where the Red army had triumphed. They were sent to Chengtu for treatment, returning to Chungking in time to leave last October 30, for Shanghai—-and peace.
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