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28 A = God B = masonry, windows omitted [[image]] has a surpassing panorama of the hills and the river that winds away like a broad highway toward the far blue hills. As we stood there a little breeze came up and the junks along the shore quickly hoisted their sails and put out. Below us on the shore were the exceptionally ugly buildings of the Hangchou Christian College, with the one good looking structure, the chapel, tucked away back among the trees so as to be but little visible. Toward the city was the dirt of the sheds and little yards [[strikethrough]]and shed[[/strikethrough]] where wooden junks and steel tugs were being built; the end of the railroad, and the squalid houses and little shops. On a broad piece of level river bank a squad of women repaired brown junk sails. We started back up the valley down which we had come turning toward the West Lake and Hangchou. It was already four o'clock and getting dark. While we were in the valley it began to rain, and to rain as if it would never stop. It grew darker, and we decided to go straight home instead of on to the Dragon Well valley as we had planned. Along the rice paddies, up through ferns and brush over hills, down through groves of bamboo, past mournful graves, and finally out to the edge of the lake we made our way. We were comfortably wet through, and still enjoying the ride as we came at last to the big road, and knew that we were almost home. The ride had been a pleasant one, though the horses were hard of gait and slow of pace. We had covered much ground, and we had had a most pleasant time in the hills and valleys and temples, and we had seen many things. Altogether it was a good day and we were quite happy when we got home. Awaiting us here was a fine pile of mail from America, both letters and magazines; and after we had changed our clothes and bathed we had a grand orgy of reading. Nothing could bring a better conclusion to a fine day in the saddle among beautiful surroundings than a hot bath, a good supper, and a fine pile of home mail. Truly this has been a good day.