"Where is that station master?," cried 400 or so anxious voices às they peered through the darkness enveloping the railway line near Kashing a few days ago. The station master was nowhere to be seen. But for passengers on the train, there Was not a soul in sight. Occupants of houses in the neighbourhood had decamped. Japanese planes were bombing half a mile further up the railway line.
"I was travelling down to Shanghai from Wusihgon Tuesday," explained Mr. C. J.fTing, employed by the Chartered Bank, to the "North-China Daily News" yesterday, relating his nerve-wracking experiences. "It was about 64$ pin., and we had just got in to Kashing station, after a comparatively uneventful journey from Wusih, when we heard the roar of Japanese planes overhead. The passengers scattered for shelter, and, peering into the pitch blackness, we saw two bombs explode about half a mile along the railway line. The remainder of that night we spent shivering on the station platform, mever knowing when we might hear those planes come over again.
Eventually, the passengers were sent on to Shanghai in another trem at about 1 o'clock in the morning.
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