370 PEKING. Chap. XXII. 
traffic with carts, horses, and camels, which stirs 
up the dust at a later period of the day and 
renders the streets almost impassable, had not yet 
commenced. Turning into one of the long wide 
streets which stretch from south to north, we rode 
slowly onwards in a northerly direction towards 
the Yan-ting or An-ting gate. At some little 
distance on our left was the Imperial city, with 
the yellow roofe of its palaces and temples glitter- 
ing in the morning sun. A curious building, 
known as the Drum Tower, was also on our left. 
Shops and stalls lined the wide street, but there 
appeared little of interest in either to attract our 
notice as we went along. 
Passing through the An-ting gate, we were soon 
in the open country. This part is well known to 
those of our troops who took a part in the late 
Chinese war. Here the troops were posted ready 
to take the city at a moment’s notice. A little 
distance beyond the gate we came to the Russian 
cemetery, in which lie buried the bodies of poor 
Bowlby, the special commissioner of the 1 Times ’ 
newspaper, and some other gentlemen who had 
been treacherously murdered by the Chinese during 
the late war. Their bodies lie side by side, and a 
headstone records their names and their sad fate. 
It is intended, I believe, to remove their remains 
to an English cemetery, as soon as a site has been 
granted for this purpose. The Russian cemetery 
is a small, unpretending spot, situated amongst 
some high trees, and surrounded by a wall. At 
