seemed to understand the position, and never murmured at all as she was carried in the arms of one of our servants, out of the city and up the country road, and away to a high mountain.

As you may imagine, it was very difficult, because she was so very fond of singing, to keep her and little John quiet, all those weary, weary weeks of hiding. Many an hour has that little girl stood beside me while I told her Bible stories.

There was one story above all others that she loved to hear. She would say: "Aunty, tell me about Jesus dying on Mount Calvary ;" and over and over again we told her of the wonderful love of God. One day, as we sat together, I told her about the soldiers nailing the hands of our blessed Lord, and I turned to her and said: "Yes, darling, this was because God loved us." She wept as though her little heart would break, and said: "Did He really love us as much as all this?" Why, that little girl led me into a secret that I shall never forget all my life! She taught me as no one ever did of the love of God.

Early in August our hiding-place was suddenly surrounded by a band of Boxers, and the cries of those children were piteous to hear; they pierced us through and through. When we told them that very soon, perhaps, they would be with Jesus, it seemed to quiet all their fears, and they were quite restful and happy to know that they would go and be with Jesus whom they loved.

For some unknown reason the men did not kill us. but took us as prisoners to the capital, Pao-t'ing Fu. On the way darling little Vera touched the hearts of those men; she played with them and she talked with them, and they sometimes bought her a piece of watermelon, or a few nuts, or a cake. The Chinese mandarin at Pao'ting Fu said he would send us down to Tien-tsin, but he really handed us over to a band of Boxers. However, God had His purpose for us, and He used this darling child to save our lives. She won the hearts of these people also. They made us leave the boat and get on the bank, and as we stepped on the bank this dear child

turned around, and in a Chinese way, put her little hands together and gave them a Chinese bow and thanked them! What did we see? Tears actually rolled down the cheeks of the head Boxer, and they went away and left us standing there.

Very soon after being set free by this band of Boxers, we were captured by another and fiercer band, who beat us, and tied us up both hands and feet, and carried us on poles to their place of meeting.

When we got there we looked for the children, and we heard their cries. They had been taken to a room, but the Boxers could not quiet them at all, and so they untied them, and we saw those little children coming across the wet, muddy courtyard to their mother. Little Vera soon forgot her own trouble, and as she saw her mother lying on the ground there, in the wet mud, she went to her and with her little hands stroked her mother's face and tried to comfort her. At this place we were kept in a temple for three weeks.

Sometimes we knew what it was to be very, very hungry, and were so grateful to God when He sent us anything extra for the children. But whatever came in must always be divided amongst us. If it was only one apple, each had a bite of it. Mrs. Green was suffering from dysentery; in fact all the three weeks she did not raise herself up from that temple floor. One day an apple was thrown to little Vera and she took it and gave it to her mother, but of course, her mother who was so ill took only a small bite of it, and Vera seemed concerned and said, "O mother, you must take a bigger bite than that." Those little things-how they did help us!

At the end of three weeks about one hundred Boxers determined to come and kill us, and then we were hidden in a very dark, damp, filthy room. Perhaps those were the darkest forty-eight hours that we ever spent in China. We seemed almost to lose our faith; and what, think you, cheered us up? That little child's words. As we were pent up in that dirty, filthy room, she said to her mother, putting her little hands into her mother's lap, "Why,

mother, we are like Paul and Silas, are we not?" This was a message from the living God to us.

Soon after that when we were again much cast down, she turned around to us and said, "O mother, I am glad that I am suffering for Jesus' sake." Here was our little one teaching us again.

And again while there, as we were talking of our imprisonment and wondering when release would come, Vera, who was on the ground playing in the dirt with a little stick, heard us, and, looking up, said, "Why, aunty, the Lord looseth the prisoners." We accepted this as a rebuke from the Lord. "A little child shall lead them."

The party were released in a few days by the arrival of some soldiers. It pleased the Lord to gather that tired little lamb to His bosom. Just after she was five years old she died of dysentery while they were at Pao-t'ing Fu.

CHAPTER XXIII.

REMARKABLE ESCAPES-CONCLUDED

Wars and rumors of wars, smoke and riot and flame. But our God is high in the heavens, and the Prince of Peace is His name.

The heathen swarm to the conflict, they storm with fire and sword,

And hurl their grim defiance, bitter and brave, at the Lord.

His saints are safe in the terror, whatever the stress shall

be,

Our Lord for His own is mighty; they are safe on land or sea.

Out of the fury and tempest, out of the whirl and the rush, A still small voice shall issue; there shall follow a heavenly hush.

And God shall bring His purpose to blossom and fruit in

time;

His purpose that marches onward to His hour of grace sublime.

Wars and rumors of wars, till the Master bids them cease, For our God is King in the heavens, and His name is the Prince of Peace.

-Margaret E. Sangster.

It seems appropriate in this chapter to give a few more extracts from various accounts, relating the trials, sufferings and escapes of some mission

aries who went through the riots during this memorable year.

The escape of three lady missionaries from the province of Honan was very marvelous. They began their flight in a cart, and at the inn in Siang. hsien, although they had the curtains to their cart closely drawn, yet they were recognized by the crowd, who cried out, "Kill the foreigners." After much trouble, however, they managed to get away, only to be attacked by a band of robbers from a near-by village. We quote as follows:

us.

First, several men came running after us, saying that they were sent from the officials to stop us; then in a minute or so, one or two hundred people gathered around These men commanded us to get down, and they soon robbed us of all we had, even to some of our clothing, our hats, Bibles, handkerchiefs, etc. They had swords and pistols and used us very roughly. Then they took us back to the robbers' village. We begged the people for a little water as Miss Peterson had fainted away, and after considering a little, they brought some for her to drink and for us to bathe her head, after which she revived somewhat, but lost her voice for the whole day.

After this a man, who had been a Christian for but one month, came and stood up for us and hired a small boat to take us down to the town of Cheo-kia-k'eo; so, after we had rested for a while, our servant took Miss Peterson on his back and carried her down to the boat and we got away a few miles, but the people were continually stopping us and the boatman would take us no farther; so for the third time we turned to go back to the robbers' village. We were alone for a while, so we prayed to God to guide and deliver us, and a short time afterwards two Christian men appeared. They took us to a Christian family and gave the woman 200 cash and told her to take care of us, and that if there was anything