We got into the dining car, and dined and talked, and talked and dined, and talked, until we reached Tientsin, four hours later.
We changed cars there and rode into Pekin. All the way it was the same level country, well-tilled fields, mud huts, and ugly graves. From Tientsin, a city of 1,000,000, to Pekin, a city of 1,300,000, is ninety miles, and not one-tenth the population in evidence that you'll find on that ninety-mile ride between New York and Philadelphia.
With a mighty bound I landed in that man's arms
"Dr. 'Blank'," I said, "you're the one man in China I'm looking for. I have a warrant for your arrest"
XIII
TEN THOUSAND TONS ON A WHEELBARROW AND THE ANANIAS CLUB
I was glad of the opportunity to come to Pekin, where I might see with my own eyes a Pekin cart.