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four soldiers to guard me. [[strikethrough]] But [[/strikethrough]] The soldiers were not only guards, but also eventually, friends, guides and servants. I was charged nothing for their services, but was allowed to furnish them food and to make each one a present of one Mexican dollar when bidding them good bye.

My last night at Lung-men was celebrated by the soldiers killing one of the brigands and I enclose a kodak I snapped on the chap about an hour after his death. He was one of several (three one night) they roped in during my stay. They hate to kill them.  The Lt. Governor who visited me every other day, told me he liked to catch them alive, get from them names of others belonging to the crew and them by slow degrees, torture the confessors to death. But enough of the bandits - only to add that I quickly learned the officials at Honan Fu and not put a single line of decoration in their first statement. When I left Honan Fu the officials, a superb body of highly intelligent gentlemen, gave me the finest dinner of my life, in the Yamen - (Government Palace) More style, more elegance, and greater refinement than I have ever seen anywhere before - And because of the mud, water, and filth in the streets of this ancient city, all of the guests had to be carried in chairs on top of poles carried on mens shoulders some of whom waded to their thighs in mud. This city is walled and is about one mile square, containing 300.000 people. In the early centuries the first walls were 60 li on four sides - nearly 25 miles each way - ruins and one pagoda intact erected before Christ, still remain.  Lung-men a gorge between two mountains is about 10 miles away from Honan Fu - a garden of farms the entire way - then the hundreds of cave temples containing thousands of Buddhistic figures, all stone, running