That old stand-by, the Dragon God, with horns and tongues of flame and what-not, is rather a wash-out. And if you don't believe it, ask the farmers of Jenchiu, The long drought naturally worried these farmers considerably and the good folk decided to stop slaughtering cattle and fo offer sacrifices to the good old Dragon God in order to get rain. A special altar was erected in the open and the magistrate of the district was com-Hed (much against his will)
the prayers for rain. Being a man with a sense of proportion, he set seven days as the limit for' the Dragon God to yet into operation.
Seven days passed, and there was not a drop of rain. 'The magistrate, who was a Uberal-minded man, ave the god three more days to "do his. stuff," or else—'Three' days expired, but there was no rain! 'The magistrate got angry, called off the prayer meeting, and ordered the image of the Dragon God placed before a firing squad. Bang! OM came the head of the Dragon God. But still there was no rain, and only heaven knows who will' obtain it, Both the magistrate and the farmers are frankly puzzled,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.