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Mary Porter Gamewell 
 
 Heroine of the Boxer Rebellion 
 
 SOURCE BOOK 
 
 “Mary Porter Gamewell and Her Story 
 of the Siege in Peking" 
 
 By Alexander H. Tuttle 
 
 Baptist Board of Education 
 
 DEPARTMENT OF MISSIONARY EDUCATION 
 
 276 Fifth Avenue, New York City 
 
OUTLINE 
 
 Page 
 
 Introductory Statement. 2 
 
 Program for Meeting . 3 
 
 Life Sketch . 4 
 
 Life Incidents . 7 
 
 Program based on Mary Porter Gamewell and Her Story 
 
 of the Siege in Peking 
 by Alexander H. Tuttle 
 Eaton and Mains, $1.50 
 
 FOREWORD 
 
 T HE Missionary Heroes Course for Boys meets a real need. 
 
 It is a series of missionary programs for boys based on great 
 biographies which every boy should know. Courses Number 
 One and Number Two are now available, each providing pro¬ 
 grams for twelve months, which may be used in the monthly 
 meetings of boys’ groups. Other courses are in preparation and 
 will be issued for subsequent years. 
 
 It is suggested that the leader purchase two copies of each 
 booklet; one to be kept for reference and the other to be cut up 
 to provide each boy with his assigned part. Some may prefer 
 to purchase one booklet and typewrite the parts for assignment. 
 In order to tie together the life incidents as they are presented 
 by the boys, the leader should master the facts outlined in the 
 biographical sketch and read carefully the volume upon which 
 the program is based. These volumes are missionary classics 
 and may be made the basis of a worthwhile library of Christian 
 adventure. 
 
 Boys are keenly interested in stories of adventure and achieve¬ 
 ment and it is hoped that participation in the programs will lead 
 many of the lads to read these great missionary biographies. At¬ 
 tention is called to the twenty-three other life-story programs now 
 available for Courses Number One and Number Two, both of 
 which are listed on the last page. The books upon which these 
 programs are based can be ordered from the nearest literature 
 headquarters. Portraits of these missionary heroes are also avail¬ 
 able for purchase at fifteen cents a copy. 
 
 While these programs have been developed to meet the needs 
 of boys’ organizations of all types—i.e., Organized Classes, Boy 
 Scouts, Knights of King Arthur, Kappa Sigma Pi, etc.,—they 
 were especially prepared for the chapters of the Royal Ambas¬ 
 sadors, a missionary organization for teen age boys originating 
 in the Southland and recently adapted to the needs of the North¬ 
 ern Baptist Convention by the Department of Missionary Edu¬ 
 cation. We commend these materials to all lovers of boys. 
 
 William A. Hill. 
 
PROGRAM FOR MEETING 
 
 1. Scripture Reading: Matt. 28:16-20, especially the promise: 
 “Lo I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world, ” 
 which was claimed by the missionaries when the shrieking 
 mob destroyed their mission buildings. Mrs. Gamewell 
 quietly said: “They think thus to shut the door, but are 
 really swinging it wide open.” (See pages 127-138 of 
 “Mary Porter Gamewell, and Her Story of the Siege in 
 Peking,” by Alexander H. Tuttle and excerpt No. 10, 
 included in the quotations for the program.) 
 
 2. Prayer. 
 
 3. Hymn: “There’s a Land that is Fairer Than Day.” This 
 was one of the favorite hymns in the crowded Sunday 
 school at the Asbury Church, Peking. (See pages 152-157 of 
 the source book and excerpt No. 11, included in the quota¬ 
 tions for the program.) 
 
 4. Introduction to the Life Story'* (based upon the brief 
 sketch, following this program). 
 
 5. Her Birth and Parentage (pages 1-4). 
 
 6. China’s Challenge to Christianity (pages 23-24, 27-29). 
 
 7. An Epoch-Making Decision (pages 62-63, 67-68, 69-70). 
 
 8. The Journey Up the Yangtse (pages 103, 104-105, 110-111). 
 
 9. Injured by a Hostile Mob (pages 123-125). 
 
 10. Mission Property Destroyed in a Riot (pages 130-132). 
 
 11. Securing a New Building (pages 147, 156-157). 
 
 12. Undergoing Siege at the Legation (pages 226-229, 262-263). 
 
 13. The Siege Raised (pages 276-278, 279-280). 
 
 14. The Closing Years of Her Life (pages 284-285, 298-299, 
 303). 
 
 * In order to be able to tie together the incidents presented by the ten boys, the 
 leader should read the brief sketch included in this booklet and, if possible, the book 
 from which these excerpts have been taken: “Mary Porter Gamewell and Her Story 
 of the Siege of Peking,” by Alexander H. Tuttle. 
 
 3 
 
SKETCH OF THE LIFE OF 
 MARY PORTER GAMEWELL 
 
 M ARY Q. PORTER was born in Allegheny City, Pa., (now a 
 part of Pittsburgh) on October 20, 1848. Both her father 
 and mother were born in England; the father came of an old 
 English family in Stratford-on-Avon, and the mother, of an in¬ 
 fluential family living near Nottingham Castle. Her mother 
 studied medicine after her marriage, graduating from the 
 Woman’s Medical College in Philadelphia in 1859. The following 
 year, when Mary was a girl of twelve, her parents moved to 
 Davenport, Iowa, where her mother became a leader in her 
 profession and in Red Cross Service during the Civil War. 
 
 After Mary Porter graduated from the Davenport High 
 School, she accepted a position as a teacher in Grandview 
 Academy, Iowa. Three years later she resigned her position to 
 go to China as a missionary. On October 9, 1871, she left Daven¬ 
 port for Peking, China, having been appointed with Maria 
 Brown of Melrose, Mass., to found a Girls’ Boarding School 
 under the Methodist Board. 
 
 After spending the winter at Foochow, where she studied 
 the language and secured first-hand ideas for her future work 
 by observing the methods of Miss Beulah and Miss Sarah 
 Woolston in their pioneer Girls’ School, she finally began her 
 work in Peking in the spring. One of the cottages on the two- 
 acre compound was given over to the young women as a home 
 and a school. 
 
 Establishing a school for girls at this period was no easy 
 matter, for at this time, when missionaries passed through the 
 streets, Chinese mothers would still place their hands over the 
 eyes of their children lest they be bewitched by the “ foreign 
 devils.” When the school was finally opened in August with 
 but two pupils, one of them in terror tried to run away the 
 first day. The decision of Miss Porter and Miss Brown to admit 
 no girl with bound feet did not, naturally, augment the enroll¬ 
 ment. But this revolutionary decision was to mean much to 
 China’s womanhood. 
 
 Eight years after establishing the Girls’ Boarding School, 
 Mary Porter faced the need of a Training School for women 
 workers. To find proper candidates for the school, she left in 
 
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July, 1880, for her first country tour. The most distant village 
 visited was Tsun Hua, but eighty miles from Peking. Other 
 journeys followed, several of which took her over four hundred 
 miles from her station,—journeys which were fruitful in the 
 securing of recruits and the development of the work for women. 
 
 In the fall of 1881, the Mission received a new recruit from 
 America in the person of Rev. Frank D. Gamewell, whose people 
 were prominent Southern Methodists. He became deeply inter¬ 
 ested in the efficient Miss Porter and asked her to bcome his wife. 
 They were married on June 29, 1882. Mrs. Gamewell continued 
 for two years to oversee the Girls’ School and the Training 
 School at Peking. 
 
 But in the fall of 1884, after twelve years of service in 
 Peking, her husband was appointed Superintendent of the West 
 China Mission with headquarters at Chungking, Szechuan Prov¬ 
 ince. She reached the new scene of labor after a slow but inter¬ 
 esting trip up the Yangtse River. After two years of residence 
 on a damp and unhealthy compound in the heart of the city, 
 land was purchased for the erection of a new compound farther 
 out from the business center. These buildings were nearing 
 completion, when on June 6, 1886 a hostile crowd stoned the 
 buildings and slightly injured Mrs. Gamewell. A month later 
 an infuriated mob destroyed the compounds of several missions 
 in Chunking. Her comment at the time was: “They think thus 
 to shut the door, but are swinging it wide open.” The mission¬ 
 aries, however, were obliged to withdraw for a time and the 
 Gamewells returned to Peking, having lost all their possessions. 
 
 Mr. Gamewell was appointed to the faculty of the missionary 
 college upon his return to Peking, and Mary Porter Gamewell 
 resumed her work in the Training School after an absence of two 
 years. The growing work at Peking necessitated a new church 
 building and they returned to America to secure funds for the 
 erection of Asbury Church. Mrs. Gamewell had an important 
 part in this achievement, expressing something of her spirit in 
 the words: “I refuse to acknowledge that there is anything I 
 ought to do which I cannot do. ’ ’ 
 
 Aroused by the progress of Christian missions and embittered 
 by the aggression of western powers, in 1900 a terrible storm 
 of persecution and devastation broke upon the missionaries in 
 the Boxer Rebellion. The school year had closed and the Game- 
 wells were packed-up ready to leave for America when a tele¬ 
 gram was received telling of the destruction of the railroad to 
 Tientsin. After holding their barricaded compound for two 
 weeks, hourly expecting attack, they were escorted to the For¬ 
 eign Legation on June 20, 1900. At four o’clock that afternoon, 
 
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the Chinese Imperial troops opened fire on the Legation, begin¬ 
 ning a siege that lasted eight weeks. The Legation with its 
 guard of 450 soldiers, sheltered 1,000 foreigners, representing 
 seventeen nations, and 2,000 Christian Chinese. The mission¬ 
 aries, business representatives, and government officials were 
 thoroughly organized for defensive purposes. Earthen works 
 were constructed with bags of dirt to resist the almost incessant 
 firing of the Chinese troops. Provisions were scanty for feeding 
 so large a number but courageous cheer characterized the 
 besieged Christians. 
 
 Finally on August 14, 1900, the Allied Troops succeeded in 
 reaching Peking and raising the siege. The message “Peking 
 relieved, ministers and missionaries safe” was passed from city 
 to city. But the storm had taken a toll across China of nearly 
 300 Christian missionaries and 10,000 native Christians, who 
 had counted their faith more precious than life itself. 
 
 Shortly after the raising of the siege, the Gamewells returned 
 to America, for field work in the homeland. They made their 
 home at Summit, N. J. Mrs. Gamewell, in spite of failing health, 
 traveled extensively, addressing conventions and conferences. 
 During the summer of 1906 symptoms of arterial hardening 
 developed, the disease making rapid progress. On November 27, 
 1906, this courageous spirit passed on to her coronation. 
 
 6 
 
INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF 
 MARY PORTER GAMEWELL 
 
 Reprinted from “Mary Porter Gamewell and Her Story of the 
 
 Siege in Peking,” 
 by Alexander II. Tuttle, 
 
 by permission of the publishers, Eaton and Mains. 
 
 Her Birth and Parentage . (Pp. 1-4.) 
 
 Mary Q. Porter, who one day was to become Mrs. Frank D. 
 Gamewell, was the second child in a family of three daughters 
 and two sons. Her parents were born in England, but she came 
 to them in Allegheny City, Pennsylvania, on the twentieth day 
 of October, 1848, some years after they had made the United 
 States their home. 
 
 Every positive personality, such as hers, has its spring, like 
 the River Jordan, in some Hermon, which pours out its crystal 
 streams in the fountains of Dan and Banias. Its character is 
 modified by its tributaries and the country through which it 
 passes, but its elemental capacities, which are ever present, are 
 best studied at its sources. Her father, Nathaniel Porter, came 
 of an old English family in Stratford-on-Avon; and the name 
 frequently appears in the annals of that town back to the days 
 of Shakespeare. The father of Nathaniel was a man of strong 
 religious character and a master of a college preparatory school 
 in his native town; and his son received a most careful intel¬ 
 lectual as well as religious training. 
 
 After he came of age he was given a generous sum of money 
 and came to America, where he met Miss Maria Killingley, who 
 had come here with her widowed father in 1833. They were 
 married at Allegheny City, Pennsylvania, in 1845, and fifteen 
 years later settled in Davenport, Iowa, which was their home 
 for many years. Mr. Porter was a gentleman by birth and by 
 culture. He had a mind alert and acute, was an exceptionally 
 gifted conversationalist, and was widely informed on all the 
 great subjects that were agitating the minds of men. Had 
 nature added to his other native qualities the genius for affairs, 
 his daughter’s career probably would have been very different 
 from that which is here recorded. 
 
 Mrs. Porter was the daughter of Henry Killingley and Maria 
 Whittaker. She was born near Nottingham, England, and 
 remembered how, when a little girl, she ‘‘often gathered daisies 
 
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in the shadow of Nottingham Castle.” Her mother died when 
 she was an infant, and her father brought her to the United 
 States, intending to make this country his home. But his heart 
 drew him back to where the wife of his youth lay buried. His 
 daughter, however, had no longing for the land of her early 
 sorrow, and she decided to remain where she could make her 
 own career unhampered by ancient family traditions. She, 
 however, had been well born, and her past, far more than she 
 knew, was a force which carried her to her destiny. She came 
 of a people of sterling worth, in whom conscience was the law 
 of life, and who placed duty infinitely above gain. She was 
 one who would not weakly succumb to difficulties but would 
 bravely meet and, if possible, master them. 
 
 During her residence in Allegheny City, she became intensely 
 interested in the study of a case of illness in her family; and 
 with the generous approval of Mr. Porter, hired a housekeeper 
 to care for her home while she pursued a course of study in the 
 Woman's Medical College in Philadelphia, from which she 
 graduated with honor in 1859. Afterward she studied Homeo¬ 
 pathy and began the practice of medicine in that school, making 
 Davenport, Iowa, her home. It was a brave thing for a woman 
 in those days to enter a profession which heretofore had been 
 monopolized by men, and which was popularly supposed would 
 detract from the charm of femininity of character. But she 
 triumphed, demonstrating in her own person what is now every¬ 
 where accepted, that every noble calling is consistent with every 
 womanly quality. 
 
 Mrs. Porter was one of the foremost women of Iowa in the 
 organization of women for the relief of suffering during the 
 Civil War and the troublous times immediately subsequent. 
 She was intimately associated with Mrs. Wittenmeyer in the 
 organization of the Soldiers 7 Orphans’ Home of Iowa, which is 
 now located at Davenport. Thus Mary was born and bred in an 
 atmosphere of intellectuality and conscientious endeavor. She 
 grew up in the conviction that a woman's horizon was not to be 
 bounded by the four walls of her home: that world-wide views 
 really sweetened and enriched the home life. 
 
 Chinas Challenge to Christianity. ( Pp. 23-24, 27-20.) 
 
 Miss Porter entered Peking sixty-five years after Robert 
 Morrison, the first Protestant apostle to China, had begun his 
 lonely work in Canton. He, however, had been hampered by 
 governmental restrictions and that temperamental conservatism 
 which had preserved this great people practically unchanged 
 through milleniums from away beyond the origin of Christianity 
 
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or, possibly, that of the Jewish nation. It was seven years before 
 he baptized the first native convert, and one year after his death 
 (1834) there were but two Protestant missionaries in the empire, 
 and the Christian Church had but three native members. Two 
 things were required to prepare the way for the kingdom of 
 God in that land. There must first occur certain providential 
 events to break down the external restrictions to the Gospel; and 
 then the evangelists must find a way to let the Gospel light into 
 the minds of a people who, so far from desiring it, sincerely 
 believed it to be a devilish wickedness, the secret of their national 
 shame and disaster. 
 
 The history of the propaganda of the faith elsewhere would 
 lead us to look for great world-movements, in which there was 
 no conscious purpose to spread the Gospel, but which would 
 inerrantly serve that end. Egypt, Assyria, Babylon, Persia, 
 Macedonia, and Rome were the unconscious servants of the 
 Almighty in the ancient days. So in modern times, nations with 
 purposes of conquest and greed have been unwittingly the 
 avenging sword of the Lord. It was England that became the 
 providential instrument of opening the door for the entrance of 
 the Gospel in China. In attempting to protect the interests of 
 commerce, after the retirement of the East India Company from 
 China, England became involved in what is known as the Opium 
 War, which ended in 1842 in the Treaty of Nanking, which 
 opened five ports for free foreign trade, and incidentally threw 
 wide open the gates for the missionary. War broke out again, 
 in which the Chinese government was humbled by British prow¬ 
 ess, and another treaty was ratified in 1860, which granted the 
 representatives of foreign governments the privilege of residence 
 in the capital city, Peking, gave them passports to travel in all 
 parts of China, and a guarantee that they should have protection 
 in their religion. . . . 
 
 Unaffected by the great events which prepared the Western 
 world for the Gospel of the kingdom, they built up a civilization 
 entirely their own, developing a literature, science and art, 
 which antedated by centuries those of the European world. 
 They had their vices, their rebellions, their frequent changes of 
 dynasties, yet through it all the government moved on in its 
 ancient way, and the normal development of the people was 
 undisturbed. They have had a history long enough to enable 
 them to fathom the deeps of every religious system that had ever 
 reached them, and to properly estimate its value. The mys¬ 
 ticism of Buddhism had failed. Its temples are neglected. So 
 far as it relates to the religious life of the people, that imported 
 faith of India is only a broken shell of a nut, the meat of which 
 was decayed. The atheistic faith of Taoism had practically 
 
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ceased to be a computable force in the land; an intellectual sys¬ 
 tem as lifeless at Patristic scholasticism is with us. The moral 
 system of Confucius, beautiful as it is, has proved itself in the 
 long test of the years to be utterly inadequate 4 ‘to make the 
 comers thereunto perfect.” The ethics of the ages are a spent 
 force. There is no hierarchy to deceive the people with a form of 
 religion in the place of its reality, for the emperor is himself the 
 representative of heaven and earth and the people, and relegates 
 none of his glory to another. But the recent wars of China with 
 foreign nations have shaken the faith of the people in the 
 divinity of their rulers. 
 
 Amid all these changes, there is one thing in the faith of 
 China which stands unmoved and apparently immovable: the 
 people adore the Past. The holy thing is that which has been, 
 coming down to them from the dawn of time. They fear and 
 abhor change. The worship of ancestors is the soul of their 
 religion. If this invulnerable conservatism which so appalls the 
 preacher of Christ were the torpor of a stagnant mind or the 
 decrepitude of old age, it would not be so hopeless. But while 
 China outages all other living nations, the individual Chinaman 
 has all the virile traits of youth. He is described by such as have 
 labored with him for many years as “an emigrant of ubiquitous 
 adaptation; a business man, a mechanic, a trader, a sailor, a dip¬ 
 lomat.” He has not been a soldier, for he has too lofty a con¬ 
 ception of the meaning of a man, to honor him whose chief busi¬ 
 ness in life is just to fight and butcher his fellow. He explained 
 China’s disastrous war with Japan thus: 44 We are literary; 
 they are only fighters.” 
 
 We in these latter days have discovered that old China is, 
 after all, a youthful Hercules who even now is squeezing the 
 serpents in his cradle. But when Miss Porter entered Peking 
 these latent forces were not so apparent. It was her business, 
 with her colaborers, to believe that these forces were there, find 
 them out, awaken them by the Gospel power of life, and at last, 
 when God’s hour should strike, send them forth not a horde of 
 barbarians to threaten Christendom, but a redeemed host carry¬ 
 ing the banner of peace. How our missionaries did this miracle, 
 and by what means, it is the purpose of these sketches to tell. 
 
 An Epoch-Making Decision. ( Pp. 62-63, 67-68, 69-70.) 
 
 4 4 The questions decided were, should or should not the feet 
 of girls admitted to our school be unbound? And what should 
 be the limit of our intercourse with our brethren among the 
 missionaries? Nowhere else in China were the feet of girls in 
 mission schools being unbound. Some missionaries thought the 
 
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movement to unbind the feet hurtful to the progress of the 
 Gospel. And we had been told that if we undertook to unbind 
 the feet of pupils, we should never be able to establish a 
 school for girls in China. Already some of our little band of 
 pupils had been taken away because we had unbound their feet. 
 
 The leaders of our mission were men of vision, judgment, 
 and faith. They were young and had the enthusiasm and cour¬ 
 age to give full swing to conviction and make no compromise 
 with expediency. The knowledge that we could count upon their 
 support greatly strengthened our purpose. We decided to 
 unbind the feet, and in so doing emphasize our teaching that the 
 body is the temple of the true God and must not be profaned, 
 Then we should leave the results with the God whom we tried 
 to honor before a heathen people.” . . . 
 
 The principle might be stated thus. It is a sin to crush and 
 deform the feet that God gives to His children. We missionary 
 teachers will not make ourselves party to this sin by appropriat¬ 
 ing missionary funds for the support of children with bound 
 feet whose parents will not forsake this particular sin. Other 
 little girls toddled into school and were freed from the cruel 
 bandages. They came with stunted bodies, pinched features, and 
 pale faces. After a while they found the use of their released 
 feet, and running and playing in the open air as they never 
 before were able to do, they gained in vitality, then flesh, and, 
 again, rosy cheeks and bright eyes. In many cases the children 
 changed so markedly within only a few weeks that their relatives 
 failed to recognize them and were perceptibly impressed when 
 assured that the change was due to release from the bandages. 
 
 “There were Chinese preachers who for years sought places 
 in schools for their daughters with bound feet, then finally 
 yielded before the steady pressure of the principle and unbound 
 the feet of their girls. Then, first to excuse themselves to the 
 unbelieving, and finally from conviction, they began to preach 
 earnestly against foot-binding. ”... 
 
 “The girls of the Peking school returned from their first 
 vacation. Among others were Clara and Sarah Wang (Sarah 
 Fawcett Wang). Clara and Sarah were girls of about thirteen 
 and eleven years of age. They wept bitterly, and said that 
 never, never did they wish to go home again. They had been 
 made to suffer many indignities and insults because they had 
 come into their native village with unbound feet, where girls 
 with unbound feet had never before been seen, and now they 
 never wanted to go home again. We told them of the difficulties 
 of all new beginnings, and how much they could help all who 
 should come after them if they could have the courage to bear 
 
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the brunt of pioneer work in these new beginnings. And we 
 appealed to them in Christ’s name: ‘'Can you not do this for 
 His sake? Will you not help His cause by bearing this hard¬ 
 ship? Go home every vacation and tell your villagers that it is 
 for love of a new-found God and a precious Saviour that you re¬ 
 move the bandages which deform the body which He claims for 
 His temple. Keep on telling, and after a while they will under¬ 
 stand ; and you will have served your Saviour and made things 
 easier for all other girls who shall unbind their feet.” Those 
 girls responded to such an appeal like soldiers to the bugle call, 
 and never after did they complain. They went their way on their 
 unbound feet—a way which led to many another break with 
 ancient customs which lay across the path of Christ’s Gospel. 
 So our young girls helped 
 
 The Journey up the Yangtse. ( Pp. 103, 104-105, 110- 
 
 111 .) 
 
 In 1884, two years after his marriage, Mr. Gamewell was 
 appointed Superintendent of the West China Mission, which 
 had its center in the city of Chungking in the province of 
 Szechuan. The Mission was in its infancy, having been started 
 in 1881. 
 
 It was a severe ordeal for Mrs. Gamewell to part with her 
 friends in Peking, and to leave the work of which she was one 
 of the organizers, and into which she had put twelve of the best 
 years of her life, and in which she had hoped to toil till she 
 was summoned to her reward. It was like repeating afresh the 
 sacrifice she made when she abandoned her country and kindred 
 in obedience to the call of God. But there was no murmuring. 
 When the pillar of fire moved on, she arose and followed. . . . 
 
 “At Shanghai our party made preparations for a long jour¬ 
 ney, for we were bound for Chungking in Szechuan, which 
 empire-province lies on the borders of Thibet. 
 
 “To be sure, one thousand miles of the journey would be 
 made in a luxurious river steamboat; but beyond that were 
 weeks of journeying in native boats, when we should be depend¬ 
 ent upon our own bedding and food supplies. Pish, meats, 
 fruit, vegetables, butter and milk in sealed cans, are imported 
 in large quantities, and such supplies, as well as portable stoves 
 and everything else needed by the traveler in the Orient, can be 
 purchased at the large stores to be found in Shanghai and other 
 foreign settlements in China. 
 
 “The Yangtse River, whose current we were to stem, and 
 whose scenes we were to explore, winds its way three thousand 
 
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miles from the mountains of Thibet, where it has its source at 
 an elevation of nearly two thousand feet above the sea level, to 
 the coast where the mighty river joins the mighty ocean. In its 
 course it receives waters from tributaries which drain more than 
 half of the provinces of the empire—an area of 548,000 scpiare 
 miles. Sea-going vessels land their cargoes at Nanking, two 
 hundred miles from the coast; large steamboats carry cargo and 
 passengers to Hankow, about six hundred miles up the river 
 from Shanghai, whence they are carried in smaller steamboats 
 four hundred miles further up stream to Ichang. ” . . . 
 
 Contrasted with the monotony we had experienced on the 
 lower Yangtse, we had interest and excitement enough when our 
 turn came to be pulled over the rapids of the upper Yangtse. 
 Long tow-lines were thrown to the trackers. The drum signaled 
 and the boat swung into the current. Then we saw the men 
 bending almost to the ground, as they tugged at the long ropes, 
 but the boat moved so slowly against the rushing, roaring waters, 
 that it seemed not to move at all. At last, after a half hour of 
 tugging trackers, roaring waters, rolling drum, and shouting 
 pilot, our boat passed the two or three hundred yards of rapids, 
 and swung into calmer waters, to repeat the experience at each 
 one of the series of rapids which infest the waters of the upper 
 Yangtse. 
 
 “For two weeks our course lay over turbulent waters, 
 through narrow gorges, under frowning precipices, and in the 
 shadow of lofty mountains. A member of our party remarked 
 that she felt oppressed by the continual grandeur of it all—as 
 though she were passing through Hades. 
 
 “As we neared Chungking the mountains receded some¬ 
 what, and a more restful hill country filled the foreground. One 
 day, a month after we left Ichang, we swung around a bend of 
 the river in sight of the city. The vast and solemn solitudes 
 out of which we had come left us with an impression of hav¬ 
 ing arrived at the end of the world, with the habitations of 
 men left far behind, and the great city, with its frowning wall 
 encircling the rocky spur on which the city lay, seemed an un¬ 
 real thing, a vision.” 
 
 Injured By a Hostile Mob. ( Pp . 123-125.) 
 
 “This 6th of June was the 5th of the Fifth Moon (a great 
 Chinese feast day) and the day of the Chinese Dragon Festi¬ 
 val. The people wanted to come in and were rude. One of the 
 servants said: ‘Wait until the place is finished and we will in¬ 
 vite you in.’ They replied: ‘We are working people and can¬ 
 not come any other day. We intend to come in today.' I told 
 
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them that people who had no ‘li’ (manners) and wanted to go 
 contrary to their own customs were not to be trusted; they 
 would be sure to take things from the place if let in. . It was 
 now so late that I knew the gentlemen must be on their way 
 from town, and I hoped to gain time so that they might arrive. 
 But the people grew so rude that the servant who had asked me 
 to come out to the crowd now begged me to go in. Our cook 
 went for a chief of police. When he arrived, the people only 
 laughed at him, and he could not disperse them. When I 
 started in, someone threw at me and the crowd set up a howl. 
 I backed against a wall. The official and cook managed to keep 
 the crowds back until I got away. While I stood outside the 
 last time, a bright-faced little girl stood beside me, and when I 
 started in she came out of the crowd and followed me back, 
 talking in a trembling and yet sympathetic voice. She went on 
 and asked if she might come to the house with me, and if I would 
 teach her to write. She chattered on so bright and cheery, a 
 perfect little sunbeam shining through a dark cloud. I left the 
 cook in the street, and, as it was almost supper time and the 
 gentlemen would soon be home, I thought I would prepare sup¬ 
 per. I heard a great pounding at the gate and feared they 
 might get in. Remembering how they ran from me at first, I 
 thought that with Mr. Gameweirs gun I might make them run 
 again, in case they got in, and perhaps keep the place until the 
 gentlemen came. They were expected now every minute. I put 
 the gun together the best 1 * could, and took it, unloaded of 
 course, and went into the kitchen. The little girl stood at the 
 door and soon announced: 1 They are in. They are coming. 7 
 Sure enough, they had broken down the immense hospital gate 
 and were crowding in. I took the gun and started toward them. 
 When a hundred or more feet away the crowd caught sight of 
 the gun and made off in haste through the broken gate. I went 
 down and stood guard at the gate while one half of the great 
 door was shut and braced up with heavy stones. I saw there 
 would be a struggle if we attempted to have the other half 
 put up. So I stood guard keeping out the crowd, hoping for the 
 return of the gentlemen. 
 
 “At this juncture the cook went to Fu Tou Kuan for the 
 magistrate. A man diverted my attention by coming up with 
 a child and pretending to be a friend whom I did not recognize. 
 Suddenly someone seized the barrel of the gun. The crowd 
 sprung to his assistance, the servants to mine. Two servants and 
 I pulled one way and as many as could get hold of the barrel 
 pulled the other way. As I pulled in desperation what thoughts 
 crowded my mind! 1 Frank’s gun, a gift from his brother, now 
 dead. Just arrived, not yet used. How silly to bring it out! 
 
 14 
 
What shall I do if they get away with it?’ How we pulled! We 
 had an advantage in having hold of the butt end. They threw 
 at me and pounded my fingers with their fists, while others 
 pulled. There could be only one end. They made off with the 
 gun, and I stood in distress and shame to see it go. The 
 stampede for the gun seemed to frighten those outside, and the 
 crowd gave away and many ran right away. There was hub¬ 
 bub about me. One said they did not believe in tobacco, and I 
 turned to see the servants looking at me in great concern. The 
 old gateman had some fine tobacco in his hand which he offered 
 to tie about my finger. Then I saw that the index finger of my 
 right hand was cut almost to the bone. The blood had flowed 
 quite a little stream, staining the soft stone quite red. My 
 dress was spattered with mud, my hair and neck on one side 
 were all plastered with mud, and on the same side a big swell¬ 
 ing was rapidly rising just below the temple. The crowd had 
 caught sight of me and fled in dismay, afraid of being held ac¬ 
 countable, no doubt, for a worse task than they attempted to 
 undertake. ’ ’ 
 
 Mission Property Destroyed in a Riot . (Pp. 130-132.) 
 
 If the purpose of the officials in exciting or favoring the pop¬ 
 ular tumult was to expel Christianity from their midst, they 
 could not have acted in greater unwisdom. They started a cy¬ 
 clone which they could not control, black with swirling clouds 
 of insane passion, full of uproar, deafened to every call of 
 mercy or reason, increasing in power with every mad bound, 
 whirling in its furious coils the wrecks of missions and consular 
 agencies, but a power that was sure to stir the conscience of the 
 entire Christian world, and rouse the governments of Christen¬ 
 dom to force restitution and'to open the way for the entrance 
 and security of all who chose to enter the land. Mrs. Game- 
 well in the darkest moment of that riot with clear vision saw 
 the outcome, and said: “They think thus to shut the door, but 
 are really swinging it wide open.” 
 
 The mad fury of a mob is far more to be dreaded than a 
 cyclone. It is cruel, pitiless, fiendish. Every brutal passion, 
 long held in leash, is let loose. Every noble feeling of the soul, 
 even the restraining sentiment of fear, is lost in an unthinking 
 impulsion. The muttering of a cyclone is music itself in com¬ 
 parison to the shrieks of an infuriated populace. One might as 
 well reason with the tumultuous sea, or attempt to retain the 
 thunderbolt in the cloud, as to resist this onrushing human 
 cyclone. 
 
 This terror struck our little company in Chungking. They 
 heard it from afar, and saw it bounding in frightful destruc- 
 
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tion from place to place. It swept away every trace of the 
 foreigner wherever it struck. It paused not for a moment to 
 attack even the British consular agency, which was the second 
 property in the city destroyed. The Methodist compound was 
 the last attacked. Its inmates could see the destructive work on 
 the Homan Catholic Cathedral which was not far away, and they 
 knew that their turn would come next. There was no time for 
 counsel. Mr. Gamewell hastily sent a man to secure a boat, 
 hoping to escape to the river, on the treacherous current of which 
 they might float away to where God might lead them. But it was 
 too late. The shrieking mob had gathered at the front gate 
 which had been barricaded, and began to batter it down. The 
 missionaries lifted their hearts to God in prayer. None of them 
 were terror-stricken, for even then, as Mrs. Gamewell said, they 
 realized the promise fulfilled, “Lo I am with you alway, even 
 unto the end of the world.” 
 
 While the mob was forcing its way through the front gate of 
 the mission premises, an officer came to the rear gate and urged 
 the missionaries to hasten for their lives. It seems that the mag¬ 
 istrate, however much he may have sympathized with the pur¬ 
 pose of the mob to rid the city of all traces of the foreigners, was 
 very unwilling to have any of them slain. He was wise enough 
 to foresee the consequences, and had planned to shelter them in 
 his yamen until he could arrange for their safe conveyance down 
 the river. 
 
 Securing a New Building. (Pp. 147, 156-157.) 
 
 In addition to her training school, there were two things in 
 which she took a very active part and on which she put the 
 stamp of her own individuality. One was the erection of the 
 large and beautiful Asbury Church. Dr. Lowry, after her de¬ 
 cease, wrote: ‘ ‘ Her letters more than anything else made pos¬ 
 sible Asbury Church in Peking, with all it means in the life 
 and work of the mission.” The story is fully told in one of her 
 letters of appeal to Chaplain McCabe, then corresponding sec¬ 
 retary of the Missionary Society of the Methodist Episcopal 
 Church. The substance of this letter is here given: 
 
 “We are in trouble. Let me tell you our trouble, and please 
 help us. The Mission chapel is giving way. We began to prop 
 and mend it a year ago, but now the walls lean worse, the cracks 
 are wider, and the timbers bend more threateningly. If you 
 could stand by the old weather-beaten chapel and hear its his¬ 
 tory, so interwoven with all the Mission’s joys and sorrows, and 
 its hopes, past and future, and realize how much depends upon 
 our Mission chapel, your voice would ring out with energy of 
 
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speech and song that would win for us the help we need. It is 
 no shame for the chapel to fall. It has stood nearly twenty 
 years and cost only two thousand dollars when it was built. We 
 knew it could not be long-lived because there was not money 
 enough to build substantially. It is now the oldest building in 
 the Mission.” . . . 
 
 “Then a second trouble threatened. The walls of the church 
 had cracked and now they were bulging and it looked as if the 
 heavy tiled roof might fall in some day, and then there would 
 be no meeting place. Besides, how awful if it should fall while 
 the house was full of children! This second trouble passed in as 
 wonderful a way as did the first. Stays were put against the 
 cracked walls and extra supports under the heavy roof. Then 
 a letter was sent to the homeland, out of which came all sup¬ 
 plies and much good cheer. The letter was received by one 
 whose great heart abounded in ways and means of winning men 
 and the contents of their pocketbooks, and by return mail he 
 forwarded the first installment of a sum sufficient to build a 
 church large enough to accommodate the work, as all then 
 thought, for the next twenty years. With the money went also 
 a letter full of cheer and inspiring energy. 
 
 “In course of time the church was completed, and almost 
 immediately it was filled by the still growing Sunday school. 
 By this time the Sunday school had such fame that it was visited 
 by travelers as one of the sights of Peking, and workers of sister 
 denominations seemed to take as much pride in the Sunday 
 school and its beautiful house as if it were all their own; and 
 all who visited the school said: 'There is nothing else in China 
 like it,.’ 
 
 “The time had been when members of the Mission could not 
 appear outside the Mission walls anywhere in the neighborhood 
 without being hailed by some child at a safe distance, 'Foreign 
 devil! foreign devil!’ Now the Sunday school has done its 
 work and the cry heard on every hand is: 'Teacher, teacher, how 
 many days to next Sunday ? ’ And from over walls of the neigh¬ 
 bors ’ courts a passer in the street may hear childish voices sing¬ 
 ing, 'Jesus loves me,’ 'There is a land fairer than day,’ and 
 other hymns learned in the Sunday school, where these children 
 find the one warmest, brightest, most joyous hour of all the 
 week. ” 
 
 Undergoing Siege (it the Legation. 
 263.) 
 
 (Pp. 226- 
 
 Peking lies 
 port of entry. 
 
 eighty miles inland from Tientsin, which is its 
 Tientsin is situated on the Pei Ho River fifty miles 
 
 17 
 
from its mouth, where are the Ta Ku forts, off: which were gath¬ 
 ering the war vessels of the nations. From Tientsin and the 
 war vessels alone could come any human help to the besieged in 
 Peking. The railroad was destroyed, mails discontinued, tele¬ 
 graph lines down, thousands of Chinese soldiers and Boxers 
 swarmed the city walls and pressed so closely upon our lines 
 that no word from the outside world could reach us and no one 
 could escape to tell the waiting world anything concerning our 
 condition. 
 
 Rifle fire opened upon us at four o’clock in the afternoon of 
 June 20, and never entirely ceased, day and night, until the al¬ 
 lies came on the fourteenth of August and put the enemy to 
 flight. There were consecutive hours of many days and nights 
 when hundreds of rifles were let loose upon us at once, and it 
 often seemed as if the whole surface of our walls were simultan¬ 
 eously covered with bullets. Portions of solid brick walls were 
 pulverized by continuous discharge of rifles against them. Mann- 
 licher and Mauser rifles, provided with smokeless powder, were 
 trained against us in great numbers: for the Chinese were 
 equipped with the best modern appliances and, as it proved, with 
 almost inexhaustible supplies of ammunition. At times the fir¬ 
 ing was limited to sharpshooters, who climbed into the trees and 
 other high places, to which they could not be easily traced be¬ 
 cause the smokeless powder gave so little sign in performing its 
 deadly work. 
 
 One day one of our American soldiers, who was a fine marks¬ 
 man, strode by where I was at work. They told me that he and 
 two others were detailed to watch for a Chinese sharpshooter who 
 had the range of a certain walk of the British Legation which 
 was frequented by the women and children of the Legation. For 
 many hours they kept the grim watch, and then the crack of a 
 rifle was followed by the falling of a human body, and the 
 laconic report was passed in: “We got him.” It was a ghastly 
 episode, to the like of which we were well accustomed before the 
 day of our deliverance arrived. 
 
 Many have asked me: “Were you under fire?” There was 
 nothing there that was not under fire. The hottest fire was re¬ 
 ceived on the lines held by our brave soldiers and where work 
 on fortifications was being pressed; but no spot within the lines 
 was immune. A soldier, coming from his post for brief rest, sat 
 upon a bench under a tree. A rifle ball, intercepted by a tree, 
 glanced his way, struck and killed the soldier. The seat taken 
 by the soldier was often occupied by women or children. I was 
 going on an errand down a walk of the Legation when a bullet 
 came my way with a sharp swish. I had an impression that it 
 
 18 
 
had passed through my skirts. In an instant I found myself 
 about ten feet from where I had been and did not know how I 
 got there. I turned to see a soldier falling. He had been walk¬ 
 ing behind me. He stepped into the place which I had just 
 passed, and by so much I escaped and he fell victim to the rifle 
 shot. 
 
 One hot night a lady went with me to get a drink at a well in 
 the midst of the Legation. As we made our way through the 
 darkness, we walked into a beam of light that shone from a lan¬ 
 tern across our path. Instantly a bullet struck the ground at 
 our heels. 
 
 Before many days had passed, shells from batteries of Krupp 
 guns began to scream overhead. Solid shot ploughed through 
 our roofs and fell into some of our rooms. One shot passed over 
 the beds of two ladies, who, if they had been sitting up, might 
 have had their heads taken off. One plunged through the wall 
 of Lady MacDonald’s dining room, passed behind a large por¬ 
 trait of Queen Victoria, and tore its way through the opposite 
 wall and fell into the court beyond. Hundreds of shells and solid 
 shots fell into our courts in one day, and rifle shots cut leaves 
 and branches from the trees and lay upon the ground so thick 
 that the children gathered them in hatsful. A large branch of 
 a tree was cut through by bullets and fell across a threshold 
 beyond which lodged a company of women. 
 
 The enemy started fires close to our lines and threatened to 
 engulf us in a general conflagration. They brought in coal dig¬ 
 gers from the hills and set them tunneling mines under our posi¬ 
 tion. One explosion left only two great holes in the ground 
 where had stood the residence of the French Minister and that 
 of the First Secretary of Legation. . . . 
 
 At the close of the day a group sat on the steps of the pavilion 
 known as the bell-tower, whereon stood the bulletin board with 
 its news from a far country. They began to sing. As the strains 
 of “America” floated out upon the night air, in what solemn 
 radiance dawned visions of the homeland! Facing death every 
 moment of every day, the heart had so certainly turned to the 
 home beyond that the home of this life had faded until it was 
 as unreal as the future life usually is. 
 
 Now with a bound, the sweet possibilities of home and friends 
 were brought near. We joined the singers, we sang “America,” 
 “Star Spangled Banner,” “Battle Hymn of the Republic,” 
 “Marching through Georgia,” and “Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the 
 Boys are Marching,” hoping intensely that they were marching 
 our way right speedily. Having sung our own national airs, we 
 tried “The Marseillaise.” Then from over the way in the pavi- 
 
 19 
 
lion where the French had their quarters there arose a clapping. 
 British soldiers had drawn near. We sang with them “God Save 
 the Queen." (It was the “Queen” then). Again there was a 
 clapping of hands. We sang “Watch on the Rhine” with the 
 Germans and their song was received with clapping. Then the 
 ladies and gentlemen of the Russian Legation stood forth. They 
 had a prima donna in their number, and they rendered grandly 
 Russia ’s grand national hymn. And again a clapping of hands 
 cheered the singers. And these airs which were cheered by 
 French, Germans, English, and Russians were the very airs to 
 which their armies had marched against each other in years past! 
 A mutual peril had united their interests, brought to the front 
 the essential nobility of each, and developed an appreciation 
 each of the other. And these singers rejoiced to find a ground 
 of mutual sympathy, and for the time gave no thought to any 
 possible differences. 
 
 The Siege Raised. ( Pp. 276-278, 279-280.) 
 
 August 14. Firing continued from eight in the evening with¬ 
 out intermission except the briefest. The machine guns on the 
 west, Colt’s Automatic, at the Canal fort, were fired frequently 
 during the night. About 3 A. M., Mr. Gamewell came to say that 
 the troops were really at hand. Gentlemen gathered at the 
 church where the ladies treated them to cocoa and coffee. Gen¬ 
 eral rejoicing in our room (ballroom), but I was the only one 
 who got up and dressed. I did not know of company at church. 
 We talked and were full of good cheer in spite of bullets. How¬ 
 ever, the firing became less fierce after the foreign artillery 
 was unmistakable. They say the Chinese gathered in a mass on 
 the west and seemed to be trying to pluck up courage to make a 
 rush, but after firing two or more hours, scattered to usual posi¬ 
 tions. The leaders exhorted “Pu p’a, Kuo-ch’u,” “Kuo pu 
 eh’u” (“Don’t be afraid. Go on across.” “We can’t get 
 across.”) 
 
 No doubt the presence of the fearful machine guns on the 
 west did much, if not everything, to restrain the Chinese from 
 rushing. Mitchell, an American gunner, was badly wounded sit¬ 
 ting behind “Betsy,” the international gun, exposed to fire 
 through the porthole made for the gun. A shell exploded in 
 Sir Claude’s bedroom. The buildings along the west are badly 
 shattered by the firing. The Chinese are giving the worst they 
 are capable of in these final hours—possibly days. The troops 
 are supposed to be the advanced guard, in which case they will 
 wait for the main army and we cannot tell when we shall see 
 them. 
 
 20 
 
A German marine recently discharged from hospital was 
 killed last night, August 13. The Japanese doctor was wounded. 
 Mitchell’s arm was shattered, and may be amputated. Man be¬ 
 side him scratched by fragment of same shot. 
 
 August 14, noon. Heavy artillery at Chi H’ua Gate. Men 
 on wall watch shells breaking over gate tower. Troops by thou¬ 
 sands moving west. Some think our troops are surrounding the 
 city. 
 
 August 14, 2:30 P. M. I was stitching sandbags on Mrs. 
 Douw’s sewing machine when there came a sound of running 
 and of voices, calling. We ran out and soon saw the turbaned 
 heads of India troops. On they came through the south gate, 
 shouting, glad to be the first, and who can tell how glad we 
 were to see them! On they came up through the water gate al¬ 
 most on the run. First the turbaned Sikh warriors led by Brit¬ 
 ish officers, then the helmeted British, and last our boys with 
 slouch hats and such pitifully haggard faces. We cheered and 
 waved and wiped our eyes. 
 
 The Chinese opened a furious fire. It seemed as if they 
 could not know that the troops had arrived. A Sikh who went 
 to the gate to fire the Colt gun was wounded in the face, and 
 later on a United States marine also was wounded. Our de¬ 
 liverers had heard firing as far away as Tung Chou, fourteen 
 miles east of Peking, and thus knew for the first time that we 
 were still alive; but still feared that they might be too late. 
 They were hollow-eyed and haggard from rapid marching and 
 repeated hard fighting. 
 
 My heart throbbed with the sense of gratitude, admiration, 
 and devotion as we greeted the heroes who came to our deliver¬ 
 ance. There was, however, a cold clutch on the thrilling glad¬ 
 ness when I was reminded of the soldiers, the missionaries, the 
 native converts, and others who were not. . . . 
 
 Saturday, August 25, 1900. Arrived at Tientsin about noon. 
 A big mast gave way, caused by bumping into something, and 
 fell, barely escaping crushing us. The poor corporal in charge 
 was dreadfully distressed, because it crushed the rudder and he 
 had to put in at the British Consulate. 
 
 A member of the Methodist New Connection Mission was at 
 Wei Hai Wei when news of the relief of Peking arrived. A 
 small vessel came into the harbor at Wei Hai Wei and flew 
 the signal “Peking relieved, Ministers safe,” and repeated the 
 signal until it was taken upon shore; and then hurried off down 
 the coast signaling wherever anxious ones waited news from the 
 army advancing to the besieged capital. Men rushed out calling 
 
 21 
 
to one another: “Peking relieved, Ministers safe.” One rushed 
 to Mr. Headley’s and shouted: “Peking relieved, Ministers safe.” 
 Mr. Headley took his hat and shouted: ‘ ‘ Peking relieved, Min¬ 
 isters safe. ’ ’ He met a friend and repeated the glad cry: 1 1 Pek¬ 
 ing relieved, Ministers safe.” His friend ejaculated, “Good 
 gracious! You don’t say so,” and immediately ran off echoing: 
 “Peking relieved, Ministers safe.” 
 
 The Closing Years of Her Life. (Pp. 284-285, 298-299, 
 303.) 
 
 After Mr. and Mrs. Gamewell had come to America, her 
 health seemed to improve, and they planned, as soon as the way 
 opened, to return to their work in China, even going so far as 
 to purchase furniture and books, and packing them for ship¬ 
 ping. But in every instance, just before fixing the time, there 
 would occur some threatening symptoms in her condition which 
 compelled the postponement of the date. 
 
 In the meanwhile Mr. Gamewell was appointed by the Mis¬ 
 sionary Board of the Methodist Episcopal Church as Field Sec¬ 
 retary and afterward Executive Secretary of the Open Door 
 Commission, having his office in New York City. During the 
 greater part of their time, he and Mrs. Gamewell made their 
 home with his sister, Mrs. A. H. Tuttle, Summit, New Jersey. 
 
 During these years of enfeebled health, Mrs. Gamewell was 
 indefatigable in labor. While she conscientiously followed the 
 counsel of her medical advisers, and at one time spent nearly an 
 entire year in retirement under treatment in a sanitarium, her 
 unimpaired spiritual force made it impossible for her to be idle. 
 It is astonishing what an enormous amount of work this brave 
 woman did after her return from China. 
 
 She was constantly traveling over the country, addressing 
 conventions and Conferences, organizing auxiliaries, and striv¬ 
 ing by personal interviews to awaken the people to an apprecia¬ 
 tion of the supreme importance of this hour in the redemption of 
 China. 
 
 And her skillful pen was ever busy. She wrote a number of 
 charming tracts on subjects relating to the work of God in China. 
 Two articles in The Chautauquan entitled respectively, “From 
 Sea to Peking” and “Up the Yangste to Thibet,” are of his¬ 
 torical value. A booklet entitled China, New and Old, reads like 
 a romance and has had an immense circulation. Her most elab¬ 
 orate work, on which she was toiling when her pen fell from her 
 hand, is an account of the siege in Peking, published in this 
 
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volume. The story had been written out from her notes and is 
 published without revision. . . . 
 
 During the summer of 1906 symptoms of arterial hardening 
 appeared, and by the advice of an eminent specialist, she was 
 taken to a sanitarium for treatment. But as she did not im¬ 
 prove, it was thought best for her to return to Summit, New 
 Jersey, where she could be near her physician and have the lov¬ 
 ing ministries of her home. The arterial hardening, however, 
 was rapid in its progress and attacked the cerebral vessels. 
 While her mind was perfectly clear until a few weeks before 
 the end, a form of aphasia occurred in which it was impossible 
 for her readily to command words. She was thus prevented 
 during eight long weeks of confinement to the sick room from 
 communicating by speech with those who loved her, and who 
 would have prized words from her lips at such a time as gems 
 of incalculable value. But they were not without communica¬ 
 tions from her, truer perhaps and with larger revelations of her 
 soul, because not confined within the bounds of limiting speech. 
 Her spirit seeking expression, beamed in her countenance with 
 a luminosity that was not of this earth, a solar light such as no 
 artist could possibly paint about the heads of his saints. There 
 was a spiritual communion in that sick chamber, akin to that 
 which a soul has with God, and as real. . . . 
 
 On November 17, her last audible word was spoken, and 
 from that time she lingered either fully or partially unconscious 
 till November 27, 1906, when her spirit took its flight. 
 
 She has left a precious memory, a character beautiful in its 
 union of gentleness and strength, a life great in courage and in 
 entire consecration to others’ good, a religion which has its 
 full expression in the words she loved so well, “All for Jesns.” 
 When we looked upon those still lips once so eloquent with the 
 gospel message, it was borne in upon our hearts that this is a 
 part of the immense price of China’s redemption. 
 
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