Round about My Peking Garden

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Table of Contents
Peking Revisited:Introductory
Chapter Ⅰ In a Peking Garden
Chapter Ⅱ How the Court Came back to Peking
Chapter Ⅲ Official and Rank Distinctions
Chapter Ⅳ An Imperial Funeral
Chapter Ⅴ Pekingese Dogs and Gold and Silver Fish
Chapter Ⅵ The Western Hills
Chapter Ⅶ Round about Our Garden
Chapter Ⅷ Seaside Resorts
Chapter Ⅸ Imperial Hot Springs and the Ming Tombs
Chapter Ⅹ To Kalgan and the Mongolian Grass Land
Chapter Ⅺ Among Peking Palaces
Chapter Ⅻ The Hsiling,or Western Tombs
Chapter ⅩⅢ Lama and Confucian Temples
Chapter ⅩⅣ On the Drum and Bell Towers
Chapter ⅩⅣ Many Kinds of Temples
Chapter ⅩⅥ What Ought to Be Done with the Temple Buildings
Chapter ⅩⅦ An Interlude of Reflections
Chapter ⅩⅧ Examination Hall and Observatory,Together with
Some Chinese Manners and Customs
Chapter ⅩⅨ ATale ofTwo Chinese Students
ChapterⅩⅩ HowNottoDoItinPeking
Chapter ⅩⅩⅠ Five Nations’Soldiers,as Seen in China
Chapter ⅩⅩⅡ To Port AJthur
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When I think of Peking now,I still think first of the awful ruts in the roads and the blinding,choking dust in those parts of the city where ordinary people live;but each day that impression is weakening,and my mind is beginning to rest more and more on the fajry-tale-like kaleidoscope of colour - yellow,green,dark blue,and yet more beautiful azure tiles and bricks in the enchanting regions reserved by the Imperial family for themselves.
The Peking station,all dust and rickshas,standing as it does in the wide sandy roadway between the Temple of Heaven and the Hall of Agriculture - every one looking for seats in the train,and watching over luggage,for stealing is contagious,and people,having once begun,do not know how to stop.And then a 1ittle tramp,tramp,and the soft sweet strains of a military band,“Nearer,my God,to Thee!Nearer to Thee!’’and there under the Stars and Stripes something heavy six soldiers are laying on a luggage van.Yesterday evening my friends heard the outcry for a doctor at the camp.A man had fallen from his horse,they were told,but attached no importance to it at the time.Perhaps he had longed to go home to the States.This morning early his body is going home.There are Japanese and cock-tailed Bersaglieri and the other soldiers of many nations all pressing forward to watch the one who is going home.That is the way he is going home after a11.Poor soldiers!They suffer and they toil,many of them more heroes at heart than we can quite realise,and that is the end of it all in this world!And now again what is this at the Peking station?A clanking of chains!Men shackled together,and shouting shamelessly to cover their shame:“Look at the pride of the American army!’’They have been caught red-handed plundering,and are being sent home too,after another fashion. Ah me!Better dead!Better dead! But the Americans are determined to repress looting.They alone policed their quarter in Peking.Yet each nation,after its fashion,is trying to keep its men in order And is it nothing that during nine days in Peking and two in Tientsin,and out of doors from morning to night,I never saw a man the worse for drink,never met anything but the most respectful and kind courtesy from the soldiery of eight nations,nor even saw one man illtreating the vanquished CIhinese?
Round about My Peking Garden