A Tale of Red Pekin

since the troubles began in China, Nina and I agreed to write a little history of what is happening every day, and afterwards we shall compare note

speaking so well; it began so brightly, such a lovely morning. Rachel and I got up early and went into the garden with father. That hour seemed to me afterwards one of the most precious in my life; it made one understand a lit

, cruel looking people before. They had got hold of poor Daig Ong and were going to beat her to death. Father did not know anything of what was going on when he first came out, the crowd being so dense between him and Daig Ong, but I was above them, and saw it all. They dragged her along, shrieking for mercy; it was dreadful! I can hear her screams now sometimes! and they tied her to one of the posts at the entrance of the court-yard. I pitied poor Daig Ong with all my heart; I would have done almost anything to save her, but when I saw father I seemed to forget everything else but him. Just then he looked round and saw me, and I cried o

face was very pale, but she had that patient, enduring expression with which the martyr saints are always drawn; it was only her eyes that were

faces. At first I felt no fear, partly because I was with mother, and then it was such a relief to me to see that they had left o

her had whispered to Nurse to take the others on the way that had been arranged: thro

him sometimes when he came to study with father, but had never spoken to him. He came quietly

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ised to do what he could to protect the house and the native Christians, and when we again spoke o

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eaving the deafening sounds behind us, we crept on into the Mission-house. We were only just in time. As we left the room, which mothe

then we passed on again; we dared not stay, for the rioters might guess at our escape and bring us back again. House after house we passed through safely, for the people in the village