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Monday, 6 July

The most noteworthy characteristic of the day was the heat, of which there was plenty. We spent most of the time in the house, out on our special upstairs porch, but ventured out in the afternoon to find a photographer to print some pictures for us. Having found him we left our negatives and found a bench by the side of the lake. We were sitting there talking of nothing in particular when my old friend T.B. Chang happened along. We had a joyful reunion as usual, to the amusement of the bystanders who did not understand our affectionate caresses. He had just arrived and had not known [[strikethrough]] tha [[/strikethrough]] that we were here, though he had received our announcement and was much excited about the wedding. It was amusing to hear him tell how he had opened th the announcement and read the names "The Reverend and Mrs. Harry Fleming Rowe" half a dozen times, wondering who they were to be sending him things, and then how he saw the name "Mr[[strikethrough]] s [[/strikethrough]] Benjamin Franklin March, jr.", and ^[[ha]]d nearly fallen over in his surprise. He was accompanied by his brother Thomas and a friend Mr. Tung, a secretary in the Hangchou Y. After a little general talk they left and we came home.

Tuesday, 7 July

With a very nice rain we have had a real brea^[[k]] in the weather, and have had some heart to work a little. We set out early this afternoon to see some of the things on Imperial Island. It is said that Hangchou it noted for three things, for the West Lake, for the Bore, and for the Sixteen Lohans which were painted originally in the T'ang dynasty by one Kuan Hsiu. They were cut in stone to preserve them, and are now models for pictures of these saints. Thither we directed our way, stopping to see on the way the tomb of Hsu Hsi Lin, the leader of the first revolution, and the Memorial Hall of the Three Faithful Ones. Both are noteworthy for their simplicity, but we did not stop. We came to the park where the old Lohan pagoda is located, to find it occupied as a yamen. We were directed into a side courtyard that [[strikethrough]] g [[/strikethrough]] looked like a very ordinary yard of a dwelling house. A couple women and a child or two followed us in, and we were joined by a soldier and another young fellow. We stepped into this hall, in the center of which is a stone