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in the vicinity of Peking. It is also one of the strictest and most beautiful. It is built on successive terraces up the hillside and commands a view of the whole countryside, Peking and all its environs. There are gorgeous old trees, and fine old halls. One T'ang dynasty silver pine is said to be able to walk, and it is kept chained in its place, for besides its beauty it is valuable for the curative powers of its bark. Another pine can bend and dance. The Chieh T'ai, or ordaining terrace for which the duilding is named, is in its own building. The building has common tiles on the roof, but the four square curve-lined structure is topped by a great bronze-gold ball. Inside the color of the roof and beams is a superb green-blue, of a rich moonlight hue, touched up with red and ultramarine and gold. It is said that the building has not been repainted since the T'ang dynasty, and one can almost believe it. The building is occupied by a triple stage marble altar, fifteen feet in height. Gayly painted mud gods guard the corners of the room, and the corners of several stages, and niches of the side panels are filled with the 72 kings of hell. On the top is a god Buddha and eleven massive lotus-carved, brightly-painted chairs of sandalwood. In front of the altra, below, is the equipment of worship. The terrace stands foursquare in the middle of the room. The dimness of the interior lends much to the effect. There is no clerestory, and the sunlight never reaches up into the beams and rafters. The building is kept closed, and is used actively only on the occasions of great ceremony, at modnight, when the vows are administered. In the back of the hall were large cases filled with nicely printed and bound classics, many of which were full of worms holes, and many damp.

We wandered on, and out up the hill, looking off over the mountains to the end of world, and then came back again to our temple and lunch. When we had eaten we started down the hill, going a shorter and quicker way to another station.

We arrived at Shih Ching Shan with two hours to wait for the train, and Dorothy and I remembered a time when we had waited here before, and the train had left us behind, - just a year ago.

And soon we were back inour own house, bathed, fed, and happy.