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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. Wenext 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 Usien, 
on the banks of the Yellow River, and crossing 
in a ferry we put up at an inn in the suburb of 
Pao-té 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-té 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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