LU-TING-CHIAO BRIDGE 127 
at one time. We had breakfast on a spur of the 
mountains looking over the Tung River, whose course 
we had now again met, and which here takes a direc- 
tion almost due north. The road leads partly past a 
precipice from which a headland projects, and here it 
has to be cut into the face in such a way that the rocks 
hang over the traveller’s head. The path is a little 
wider than usual, and at this spot a dwarf wall is built 
on the outer side. Thisisa precaution for safety rarely 
seen in the country. A short distance further and a 
sudden descent takes us into the valley of the Tung, up 
which we proceed till a sharp turn to the left brings us 
suddenly into the town of Lu-ting-chiao, which is 
built on both banks of the Tung River, the two parts ot 
the town being connected by a suspension bridge—a 
thing one would hardly expect to see in this remote 
region. It is, however, a thoroughly good piece of 
work, having substantial stone piers to carry chains, 
which are made of iron of a good inch in diameter, the 
ends of which are secured to the rocks at the back. 
The footway is about twelve feet wide: and is also hung 
by chains, the boards forming it not being fastened 
down. This remarkable bridge is about 120 yards 
long, and is perhaps 150 feet above the highest level of 
the Tung River. In the street at each end is a bazaar 
where goods and provisions are sold. I was heartily 
