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The panels in the altar tables were small carvings, gilt on the highlights and with the faces of the people painted like ivory. They were carefully and skillfully done, and wisely covered with glass.

My desire for a picture in this hall struggled with my sense of proppriety; but finally, after wandering through the hall of five hundred Lohans, dogged by a priest who was called to talk to the foreigners because he could say, "Good-bye; Thank you ; fife lohan". we went back to the main hall and got permission to make a picture. Dororthy [[strikethrough second r to correct Dororthy to Dorothy]] talked to the priests while I worked, and she put them in a very friendly mood. One told us what a wonderful place P'u-T'o is, that here in Yun Lin they have over a hundred priests, and some more about it. We left a little silver to have incense burned for us when we set out to climb to the Monastery of Secluded Light.

On the way up the hill we missed our path at first and had to go back, but soon got on the main road through the bamboo fores, and came to the steps up through the green bamboos to the orange-walled, black-roofed pavilion that marks the gate of T'ao Kuang. From the porch of this temple we had a glorious view of the wooded valley, the temple below, and the lake in the distance. We drank tea, then climbed up back of the temple to the Pavilion of Refined Elixir and [[strikethrough]] on up to the Cave of [[/strikethrough]] the Mystery Cave of the Red Precipice. Here we ate our lunch and looked at the lake, and rested and recalled that a poem about this place was one of the first in Unity that interested May Johnson in getting me in touch with Dorothy. We and the bamboos whispered together.

On the way down we noticed that the so-called "golden lotus" were no more than the yellow cow lilies that cluttered up many a lake and pond at home to the sorrow of those who prefered the white water lilies. There are but a few pools of these "choice" flowers in Hangchou, and I must admit, that, common as the are to me, they have a certain charm in a small pool of old moss-covered rocks.

When we came back through Yun Lin the priests were at afternoon prayers, and the men in their black robes and red outer robes seen against the dimness of the interior through a red doorway, all