Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-07-21
ON TRAIN FROM MuKpEN TO PEK-

ON TRAIN FROM MuKDEN TO PEK-
ING, June a, 1929.
A BOUT an hour and half ago
n we reached China. At Shang
IA Hal Kwan our train slipped
1 4 through the Great Wall and we
had accomplished that which
ancient hordes had been unable TO do.
The immense crumbling barrier Is today
at this point, near its sea end. pic
turesnue souvenir. Long stretches Of
! It are earth covered, while the masonry
In other places Is fairly intact. But we
got only q glimpse of It as we slid into
the station, where we lay for an hour,
too faint from hunger and too tired
after our night Of sleeplessness on this
our first veritable Chinese sleeping car
to make an expedition out TO the wall
| to view It at close range.
We are now the guests OF China In
our travels. We reach Peiping this
evening and remain there for a period
which Is Just at present somewhat In
definite, owing to a plan TO change the
schedule that Is now under considera.
| ton, q change which, II Effected, VIII
give us longer at the northern capltal
than was announced for us In the pro-
gram handed around last evening by
the Chinese>escort.
Our final day In Manchuria was a
|
the morning by the South Manchurfa
Railway from Dairen. we breakfasted at
the new hotel and then, at 10 o'clock.
we were taken sightseeing, doing some
things that had been left undone on
our former visit. The Japanese of1cials
OF the s. M. r. were our hosts. They
took us In motor cars, with ire
mendous amount Of honk-honking,
which is the Joy of chauffeurs and the
| "a fhPnt10h
city at O whirling pace and out into the
country. There we ran across some
new road making. Carts and barrows
were plying busily. Teams were plung-
ing about In the soft earth and kicking
I'D a prodigious cloud Of dust. We
managed to get past this barrier and
went on to the tomb Of the last King
of Manchuria. At least that s what
most Of us understood from the rather
sketchy description Of 1t given by our
kindly but somewhat uncertain guides.
Not an Old Tomb.
This is not a very old tomb, As ages
90 In this land. Perhaps 800 years have
passed since his highness was laid TO
rest in the great earthen mound that
lies back Of the half dozen or so beauti-
| full shrine like structures. But 1t Is
deeply respected by the generations that
have followed the melancholy event.
Today an armed guard stands sentry at
the main entrance, perhaps merely 70
make sure that the several prohibitions
conspicuously posted Just outside IN
the form of a we'll lettered signboard,
In both Chinese and English, are OBJ
served. Here are such Of them as
am able to decipher from my rapidly
taken notes:
mo fowling piece allowed; no pluck
ing: no fishing or hunting; no clamor
or quarrel: no burning: no throwing
from the elevated; no nakedness."
The elevated" Is not rapid trans
port line. but a broad wall encircling
the actual tomb and its immediate
guardian temple or shrine, rising to Q
considerable height at the largest OF
the structures that lie between the tomb
and the entrance Along this wall 1t
Is possible to walk and thus to survey
the scene Of brilliant architecture and
decoration. Some Of this decoration
distinctly q replacement or renovation
Of the original. Not always has It been
faithful to the FIRST designs. For In.
stance, two or three brightly painted
panels at one Of the smaller structures
show strictly modern scenes, with
steamboats, emitting smoke.
Back through the dust and the tur-
mol Of the road-making we drove &c
Mukden to the old walled city, In the
heart of which lives the Young Cen
eral," Chang Hseu LANG. But we were
not going there to call, for we were
still under Japanese auspices. We were
simply sightseeing In that relic OF an