Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1894-10-13

the mandarins Hap In the wind like
wing. They have passed. The suite
comes along at full speed, like the
advance guard; secretaries and
scribes on horse back, oil In official
caps, with comical importance, their
rolls Of papers and documents slung
over their shoulders. Then the
Wallets, q sinistcr.looking rabblc,
dressed In queer rags, running with
oil their might. And that Is oil.
We can continue our journey.
We arrive ut q triumphal arch with
three arcndes, painted blood rod. and
surmounted by the inevitable roofing
turned up with monsters heads; IL
Is the gate OF the Red Town. Here
everything changes; one would i'm.
agine 1t to be the entrance to one OF
those hugo cities Of bygone ages. The
boulevard continues through tho Red
Town and loses itself In the distance.
We advance slowly and painfully
through the maze Of wagons and rid.
ers, whilO trying not to lose sight OF
she Mafoo, who Is clearing the way
for us. Now and then, Mt crossings
formed by other large boulevards,
which cut ours at right angles, we
are forced to stop to allow interim.
nable files OF camels to pass, enor.
nous beasts with dusky muzzles and
long, rough hair, which anble along
on their comically jointed legs like
machines out Of gear.
The fellows leading them are Mon.
gols from tho Northern desert. Their
large, fiat faces have something 10.
vial and hardy about them, which
contrasts agreeably with the perpet-
ual Chinese grimace. They are dres-
sed in long blood-colorcd robes, with
waist belts bristling with poignards,
and are coiffed with u kind Of cur
tanned capelin OF fur, surmounted by
a red cone, ornamentcd with n tuft.
We trot along on a sort OF high
embankment, reserved for horses and
vehicles, which occupied tho middle
OF the boulevard, while on either side,
on u lower level, IL a road reserved for
pedestrians. Around us still nre rich
cavaliers, befurrcd and begowned
blue carts without number; ladies' Of
quality In black sedan chairs, shaped
like street lamps, and burgeOis oil
placid mien. mounted on hired don
keys and followed by donkey boys.
who fog the animals with sticks and
shout: "Ta, tn, tn, tar
| And shops upon shops, always
gilded and splendid, wherein are sold
Mongolian furs, gold and silver bro,
cades, priceless stufis embroidered
with fantastic things In dreamy
shades, enamels and beautiful pot
terry, oil the relics Of an inconceiv.
able past, extravagant in richness
and color.
Then there are fortune teller
grouping the people, acupuncturls
doctors operating upon dummies lait
on trestles. There are also banking
houses swarming with whole popu
iation Of sheep.faced employees fever
ishly manoeuvring the strings Of ball
on the calculating machines with til
tips Of their long, sharp, Chimes
! claws.
At last, at last, We come to larg
: donjon, perched on high gray wal
: and black gull. 1t Is Sitchemer
! the direct western gate. Let us per
: citrate slowly and prudently into thI
! cavern so us not to break our horse,
, legs between the old, disjointed TIA,
stones, dating from the time Of XIII
| li-bai-Khan. grandson OF Gengi
Khan, and founder Of the Youen d!
nasty.
More camels, more tumbledow
) houses OF an old sordid faubourg, ar
, q great plain opens before us. "
. are in the open country.