We had quite another ride yesterday, sixty or seventy miles altogether. The reason for the macadam road is worth telling. When Yuan Shi Kai was planning to be Emperor his son broke his leg, and he heard the hot springs would be good for him. So one of the officials made a road to it. Some of the present day officials, including an ex-official who was recently forced to resign after being beaten up, now own the springs and hotel, so the road will continue to be taken care of. On the way we went through the village of the White Snake and also of the One Hundred Virtues.

Y. M. C. A.’s and Red Crossers are still coming from Siberia on their way home. I don’t know whether they will talk freely when they get home. It is one mess, and the stories they will tell won’t improve our foreign relations any. The Bolsheviki aren’t the only ones that shoot up villages and take the loot—so far the Americans haven’t done it.