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especially as they wouldn't let me quite get firmly seated
on the Chinese throne -- though I almost did. After tiffin at
Astor House went to Peiling. The tomb itself is a massive
earth mound probably fifty-feet at the highest point and cov-
oring about an acre. Here lies Taitsun, the Emperor who forced
Manchurian rule upon Peking, now guarded by a long aproach of
gates and temples and odd statues of animals, real and mytho-
logical, carved in oriental style. Around the tomb is an au-
tumn forest, the trees bedecked with mistletoe, some with red
and some with bright yellow berries.

It was significant that on leaving the tomb of the
great Chinese Emperor--the chieftan-- I came to the British Con-
sulate and met his Chinese clerk just as outside a long line of
Japanese soldiers in Khaki marched by. "Ah, there are so many
Japanese soldiers," he said with a troubled voice not easy to
forget. "Can you tell me what they have all come for?"

And that is the Spinx-riddle for China.

October 22nd.

In morning read "Peace or War East of the Baikal?" (lent me
my Metz) for an hour, after which I called on the German Con-
sul who very kindly went over my entire article with me and
helped me out on a number of points. From there called on the
British Consul, who rather excused the Japanese in general,
but was silent when I suggested the foreign unanimity as to
Japan's taking the country. About 3:00 o'clock Consul Fred
D. Miller took me in his carriage to see Edward C. Parker, a
most interesting American in charge of the Government Exper-
iment Farm. Bought some photographs returning to hotel, where