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   Chronicles, page 573. Here Sun Yat-sen is now at rest. In the lower hall is the original coffin of oak in which he was first placed. This is embowered in paper flowers. In the second hall is a gorgeous coffin of which I could learn no particulars. At the very top, in the place where a black marble Kuan Yin used to sit, the vault has been fitted with an iron door and railing, and there is the black-lacquered Chinese coffin in which the actual body is preserved. It was covered by a Kuomintang flag, and surrounded by well-kept and well-displayed artificial flowers. A huge photograph of the great leader hung above the coffin, looking down on visitors. A young man who looked like a student sat in the vault at a table, keeping things in order and taking the registrations of visitors in the book provided for that purpose. We could not go to the very top. 

While the others sat in the sun I explored a bit and made some pictures and then we went to a rocky garden spot for the eating of the lunch we had brought. As we went in Peter was viciously attacked, without sound or warning, by three temple wonks, who did their best to finish him before Tom set them yelping with a well-placed kick. He was somewhat frightened, and had a couple skin wounds which the veterinary fixed up all right when we got back to Peking. 

In the afternoon, when we had returned to the room, and the girls were resting, Tom and I had our great adventure. We set out for a hike, and decided to visit a certain stupa on a hill back of the Jade Fountain Pagoda Hill. The regular entrance to this inclosure wasway around on the other side, so we chose a suitable time and place and climbed over the stone wall. Once in we explored the place, drank from the fountain, and then went to an old temple which is rarely visited. Here we found some interesting ruins. There is a beautiful porcelain pagoda, and a hall with a bright green and yellow tile roof and the eight symbols of Buddhism in bright pottery along the ridge. The three doors were reminiscent of Indian architecture and were of marble which had been badly chipped and worn by the weather. I picked the Chinese lock and we got inside withou difficulty. There we found that the hall was solidly built of bricks, with three doors in the back, and one at each end. The roof was barrel-vaulted, and the whole interior had  been convered with