Stoned--Thirteen hours in my saddle--Marshy country--A comfortable separate room--Sickening smell--"Only" dead of smallpox--In a drenching rain--Women in all their finery-- Deformed feet--A miserable hamlet--The obstinate donkey and the hole-man--The highway from Pekin to Kalgan--A fine stone bridge-Numerous towers--Fire signalling--The Great Wall at Cha-tao--The gate of Tziun-kuan--Stockinged pigs-- Caravans--The Nankao Pass--The Ming tombs--The avenue of gigantic animals--Our last halt--Unsanitary regulations-- A festive village--Fishing.
WE quickly descended the hillside, and when we were some distance down I perceived a young bonze come out of the monastery by a back way and run by a short cut towards the village of Tkou-fo-pu, probably to incite the natives against us. Half an hour later, in fact, when we traversed the village, we were met by a very rowdy crowd and subjected to all sorts of insults, stones being fired (with considerable accuracy) at us.
We forced our way through without receiving any serious injury, and by the same road we had followed on the outward journey reached Sheu-men-tzu late that same night. From this point I deviated from my former route, and travelled in a north-easterly instead of a south-easterly direction. We covered great distances every day. Thirteen hours in our saddles brought us from Sheu-men-tzu to our next halting-place, Fan-shan-pu, a somewhat tedious ride, with