A walk through the town--Still alive--The Red Cross--A pandemonium--Dividing loot--A pawnshop--Furs, gold and silk embroideries.
I TOOK a stroll through the town. The streets were narrow, and everywhere you could smell dead bodies decomposing in the fearful heat. You saw plenty of them about. Here you stumbled over a dead Boxer, there, two or three Imperial soldiers lay in a heap, fearfully gashed by a shell. Did you not hear a moan? Listen! Yes! That fat Chinaman lying in a pool of blood was still alive. As I stooped over him to ask him if he wanted some water--the only assistance one could render him--he closed his eyes. He did not answer, and held his breath, pretending to be dead. Many were the poor devils that were left about to die for want of assistance, as the Red Cross did not extend its work to the Chinese.
Avoiding the streets where all the houses were on fire, and peeping into every door--where one saw sights of all kinds --here we were at last before a large gateway, into and out of which a crowd of Europeans, Pathans, Americans, and Chinese were madly rushing. The fellows who violently forced their way in had nothing, those who were shot out by the people pushing behind them were balancing with dif-