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V
PORT ARTHUR, DALNY, NIU-CHWANG, TIEN-TSIN
* * * * *
I was now nearing the end of my journey, and although the progress
had been slow it had been full of incidents. The last obstacle on the
route we encountered at Liaoyang, where a bridge had been swept
away. I was prepared for this delay, for some weeks before, the
station-master at Harbin had given me a thrilling account of the
accident. I remember wondering at the time whether he was
exaggerating and trying to dissuade me from penetrating further
into the interior of Manchuria; but when I saw the state of affairs at
Liaoyang I realized that his story had been perfectly true. The scene
before me was one of general confusion. Thousands of Russian
soldiers and Chinese coolies were engaged in carting sand, cutting
poles, and fixing rails; all talking and shouting at once in different
tongues and dialects.
No boat for Taku was likely to start for some time, so I decided to
continue my journey to Pekin by rail. As far as Ying-tsé we travelled
over the main Manchurian line, whence a branch line runs to Niu-
chwang. This is the most northerly port of the Yellow Empire open to
foreign trade. It is situated at a distance of thirteen miles from the
mouth of the river Liao, which discharges into the gulf of Liaotung, a
continuation of the gulf of Pechili. The railway line, which brings Niu-
chwang into direct communication with Siberia and Pekin, was just
finished. Branch lines in the direction of Tien-tsin had existed before
this, but they were destroyed in the late Boxer troubles. To give my
readers a somewhat accurate idea of the importance of this town I
will try to quote from the Official journals:—
Niu-chwang was a revelation to me. I saw for the first time a real
Chinese town in all its immensity. It appeared an inextricable
labyrinth of streets and alleys overflowing with people. All our
Western ideas are reversed here; indeed, buildings and people alike
seemed to belong not only to another hemisphere, but to another
planet. The lines are so strange, the colours so brilliant, the sounds
so sharp, that one is at once deafened, blinded, and astonished.
Beyond the city, on the solid earth, is the floating town on the river.
The Liao at this point, little more than half a mile wide, is literally
covered with vessels of every description.
It was late in the evening, when our train, with much noise, passed
through the breach in the famous wall, by which I was greatly
impressed. That enormous mass of masonry, one of the most
colossal structures ever made by human hands, is here seen to the
best advantage, skirting the steep inclines of the mountains,
ascending to the tops of the highest peaks, or descending into the
plains to lose itself finally in the unfathomable depths of the sea.
The late Viceroy and great politician had also been a clever financier.
His weakness for speculation and commercial enterprise was well-
known throughout the country. The coal-mines of this
neighbourhood were partly his property. He not only looked well
after his personal affairs, but also took care to inquire into the
financial position of those with whom he dealt. Whenever he
entertained a foreign diplomatist, or granted an interview to the
director of some international company, or even the head of some
ordinary business house desirous of gaining information about
special concessions or privileges, the first question the Viceroy asked
invariably was: "What is he worth? How rich is he?" The success of a
petition depended, so I was told, to a great extent upon the sum of
money poured into the coffers of the statesman as a preliminary
investment.
From the time of the first European expedition in 1858, Tien-tsin has
been the scene of much fighting and many desperate battles. During
the last rebellion the disturbances were greater there than anywhere
else, and it was there also that the Boxers, in the beginning of June,
1900, set fire to the Foreign Mission settlements. At first no one
seemed to realize the imminence of the danger, and it was not until
the second half of the same month, after the bombardment of Taku,
that hostilities, attended with all the horrors of war, were seriously
commenced. The attack on the European colony, the blockade of the
barracks, the destruction of the railway station, and the massacre of
the missionaries and Christians, followed each other rapidly. Eye-
witnesses have given us graphic descriptions of the atrocities
committed during the insurrection. The bravery of the troops, the
missionaries, the Christian women, and the children, has excited the
admiration of the world. Many ruins still testify to this prolonged
siege.
The chief event of my stay in this place was my visit to the Viceregal
Palace. If Li Hung-Chang had been a great statesman, his successor
was not unworthy of him. Yuan-tsi-Khai and Chan-chi-Tung are the
two most prominent men of modern China. Nature has endowed
them very differently, but they are alike zealous in their endeavours
to rouse China from its apathy. Although the ways and means by
which they hope to effect their object are different, the end in view
is the same. Chan-chi-Tung is a peace-loving man, an ardent
follower of the doctrine of Confucius, and strongly attached to the
national principles of morality. He favours reform in undertakings of
a purely commercial and industrial nature, in financial transactions;
but in intellectual and spiritual questions he is very conservative. In
his own province he has made successful attempts at improvement.
He has established factories, cotton mills and looms, forges, local
railways, and an important arsenal on the Yangtse-kiang.
His adversaries—and he has many, like every one who rises above
the common level—accuse him of being an idealist. But in most
cases his ideas, practically carried out, have proved to be of very
real benefit to his country. He is a deep thinker and a most pleasant
and interesting companion. His writings on various political and
social questions are fine specimens of human philosophy.
VI
PEKIN
I
THE ARRIVAL
I hope to see before me a fairy city and scenes like those on the
stage; but instead of splendour and glitter I see mist. By the
flickering light of a few paraffin lamps I begin to distinguish the
famous international quarter, but I feel it would be better if they
were not lit, for they only disclose ruins and débris. Among heaps of
bricks and mortar we reach the edge of a ditch of stagnant water,
which, as my companion informs me, not without some pride, is the
so-called Canal of Jade. It is a magnificent name, which I have
known for a long time. If I have pictured it to myself as different
from what it is in reality, it is not the fault of an exaggerated fancy;
and as we stumble along in the lane skirting the ditch—I beg its
pardon; on the banks of the waters of Jasper—I still cannot perceive
anything else but garden walls. I don't even see the famous Jade
Stream, for though long ago there may have been water in the
ditch, there are now only puddles here and there. But if I can't see, I
smell all the more; smell all kinds of unimaginable and imaginable
odours.
The scene is interesting, the setting fine. By the light of the lanterns
the roof of the old yamen appears even more gabled than it is, and
its eaves the more bizarre than in reality. At last I have before me a
truly Chinese picture, thousands of years old, artistic and brilliant.
But the scene quickly changes as we go inside, and from the past
we come to the present, from Oriental surroundings we step into a
Western interior.
* * * * *
The rays of the rising sun wake me as they burst brightly into the
courtyard of the yamen, filtering, rosy-coloured, through the
embrasures of the crenellated walls.
II
THE FIRST DRIVE THROUGH THE TOWN
The principal street is broad, crossing the wall of the Tartar city. A
few miles farther to the south it strikes the Chinese town, and
through gates like triumphal arches, and over bridges, across moats,
and skirting bastions, reaches the open. This is the perspective
before me: my eyes penetrate in a straight line, almost any distance,
to the sea at the farthermost point of the realm, but the crowd is so
dense and the traffic so thick, and there are such clouds of dust,
that we can hardly see what is going on within a yard of us.
Caravans of camels, people on horseback, carriages, and carts follow
each other incessantly. Every moment we narrowly escape a
collision. It is a wonder that numbers of the shaky little vehicles do
not get smashed, for there is a continuous stream of fresh phantom-
like objects.
The palace is surrounded by a high wall painted red, and roofed with
yellow tiles. Red likewise is the large gate studded with yellow nails.
In fact, there are three gates side by side—in China everything is
threefold—but they are all closed. In front of them are sentries, for
the palace is sacred, and entrance into it means decapitation. On the
other side are small shops and stores, in the windows of which are
exhibited motley wares, while the façades are carved with a hundred
and one very quaint pictures. What they represent I am at a loss to
know.
We escape into one of the many side streets. It is narrow, dark, and
seems to be endless, running along between the houses like a river,
to right and left.