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man in his haste to get away tumbled head fore- 

 most into a large earthen jar of water. The mob 

 made a rush for the gate of the inn yard, where 

 they were met by Anderson, who was returning, 

 all aboil, from a sharp fight in the street. There 

 in the gate we caught the twenty odd, now cringing, 

 Chinese, and hammered them, till, in sheer desper- 

 ation, they pushed past Anderson and fled up the 

 street. We next cleared the street and then bruised, 

 with bleeding knuckles, and torn clothes, but 

 triumphant, we returned to the inn to secure our 

 interrupted rest. 



The end of the day found us at Fu-ku Hsien, 

 on the banks of the Yellow River, and crossing 

 in a ferry we put up at an inn in the suburb of 

 Pao-te Chow. 



These two towns are situated on high loess hills 

 facing one another on either side of the Yellow 

 River, the passage of which they are supposed to 

 hold against invading Mongols. 



Neither of the towns is populous, but large 

 suburbs have sprung up on the banks of the river 

 below them. 



At Pao-te Chow we stayed for a few days 

 collecting, but meeting with little success, we 

 left the place and headed for a wooded area 

 in the mountains some two days' journey to the 

 south-east. Here we secured quarters at a farm- 

 stead situated at the top of a high loess ridge. 



The surrounding country was well wooded and 



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