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late. After tiffin got coolie from ^Mr. Sherman^ of American Church mis-
sion to go with me across river to see Miss Cheshire. A
friend had advised me not to go if the Yangste proved too
rough for steam launch to run (as it was) but when my coolie
hailed a native sampan, I got on and trusted to the Lord and
luck. It wasn't so bad as I thought. Had a very interesting
talk, walk, and tea with Miss Cheshire and started back across
the Yangste in a rocking little sampan just as a gorgeous full
moon rose in the East. Hailed a riksha man and made a special
trip to Hotel Terminus to tell hotel ^manager^ that he is either a liar or
a scouldrel, which I did more or less directly. He had charged
me $1.50 for sending a note across the river to Miss Cheshire,
yesterday, whereas I went and came today for 20 cents.

November 18th.
Boat started for Shanghai at 9:00 last night, and at 9:00 this
morning we stopped at Kuikiang where my room-mate, Mr. Cleggy
(on his way to San Francisco to be married) went with me through
the unspeakably dirty streets of the native city. In another quar-
ter we found some silversmiths and made some purchases. Boat
resumed its trip about noon. I completed my article for The
Progressive Farmer.

November 19th.
There was a sunrise this morning such as would have rejoiced
the heart of an artist. As I looked out my cabin window a most
gorgeous display of clouds glorified the whole Eastern sky, and
against its gold and crimson stood the low, black outlines of
the Chinese village, the harbor with its forest of ship and