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circling wall. It is a great box of Orien- ern shores have been dragged up these tal mystery. All the grim tragedy of me- slopes, the prize of pirates. And what dieval life passes within a gunshot of the they saw then, our eyes see to-day: the legations, the outposts of Europe and cloudless blue, the blaze of sunlight on the America. Men die starving and athirst tinted walls, the motley throngs of children in the prison, never fed by the govern- running in the streets. The housetops ment, often deserted by their friends. Fe- are for the women, and one may not withver and disease ravage its foul ranks. out danger look down too often upon his Overhead, from the high tower of the neighbor's roof. In every narrow street, mosque, a long cry thrills out in the bright in tiny shops, the articles of life are moonlight, telling the world that Allah is growing under skilful hands: morocco great.

slippers of leather, yellow, and red, as The Kasbah is never silent. Its sleep they are for men or women; shutters and is troubled even under the quiet stars. studded doors of wood; trays of beaten The rattle of police drums and the blare brass. The doors of the poor are not of bugles accompany the changing guard. guarded like those of the rich, and, standA party of holy men with a white flag ing ajar, will often show a family wash in drift slowly down its narrow alleys, progress over a sodden floor, a meal in with shrill pipes and slow drums asking preparation, or a baby in its changing alms for a saint. Donkeys bray in hys- clothes. Suddenly a woman, robed in her terical chorus and dogs answer one an- great blanket of white, comes into the other at intervals. Sometimes there is a street. Veiled to the eyes, which are lull that allows the night breeze to rustle screened by a hand raised beneath her the palm-tree by the great mosque, that wrap, they peer out curiously. In the lets the ear drink in the long wash of the white sunlight, she stands before one surf on the beach far below, and then openly, yet enveloped in impenetrable myscome the muffled human sounds from the tery. painted houses and the hollow courts In my dream world of the East, minwithin.

gled with the faint odor of an old volume In a harem, women are dancing to of the Arabian Nights, my senses enjoyed the maddening rhythm of drums. Close only the sweet scent of Aowers and the by, a sick man is dying. To-morrow he heavy perfumes of the painted ladies. Perwill be carried shoulder-high on a Aat, haps in the deeply guarded recesses of the wooden stretcher, while the beautiful and harem there are those who punish their impressive funeral-chant will swell out al- husbands for failing to use rose-water. ternately in front, then behind, and again The clean garments and spotless hands in front, as the two groups of mourners and feet of their lords give color to such relieve each other, till the body is laid a stories. But over the real world of the little way down under the earth on the street it is better to draw the veil of a perhillside where many graves, like miniature fumed handkerchief. housetops, mark the resting-place of the faithful.

THE night had tempted me, and I sat In the blazing light of noon one may

heedless of time on a terrace enraptured enter the Kasbah gates, turn once or twice by the beauty of the Kasbah in the full down the narrow streets, and imagine that

The city was alive. Some one five centuries have been lost. The grated played fitfully upon the Moorish pipes. windows, the studded doors, the lime- The tinkling of a gimbri blended with washed walls of white, and ocher, and bril- weird snatches of Arab song, and steadily, liant blue, the half-open door revealing a rum-tum-a-rum-tum, rum-tum-a-rum-tum, court where a gnarled fig-tree is shading a beat the mad cadence of a rhythmic dance. well, and Ayesha with her yellow vest, That tom-tom fascinated me, and I arose her pink trousers, and a striped apron to trace the sound. Every sense was too cloth tucked between her knees as she delicately awake for hurry. I watched the pulls up the dripping earthen pitcher, make pattern of tree-shadows on the path, which scenes which form a perfect picture of the drops by little flights of steps through the past.

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listened to the distant beat of the drum only an instant he was unseen at my back. through the veil of rustling leaves.

A few of the group noticed him. I made The market-place was empty and white a slight movement. He plunged his hand in the moonlight. The sound beat from into his bosom, pulled a dagger into view, the right, and so I followed it. At a side and loosened it in its sheath. I walked street I paused. In the shadow of a low slowly, pretending to be looking back at house stood a small crowd of men gazing the light and the dance, out into the deinto a lighted doorway. From within came serted market-place. The lean figure folthe mad beat of the drum and the muffed lowed, and began to move in a large circle cry of voices. I waited in the moonlight, round me twenty feet off, gradually closand watched the eager faces of the men. A ing to eighteen, fifteen, and then to ten few were of the city; others were of the feet. I stood in the same spot, silent, but neighboring tribes; and some were bare- now always facing him, and when I swung legged madmen of the hills, fresh from my stick at him he would recede a pace the fellowship of eagles and vultures. or two, and continue to circle, always with

I vaguely scented danger, but my feet eyes intent on me but never meeting my led me to the door, and I looked in. A gaze. Two town Moors, passing, stopped. lantern, hung in the low roof, threw a One sat down on an empty box, while the soft light on two weird figures dressed other stood by him, to watch the strange like the old Moors of Tarik's time, with encounter. girdles about their waists, and high tur- Finally the two Moors advanced upon bans, like the Persians. They were per- him, shouting, and gesticulating angrily. forming a holy dance. Men sat close to They caught him by the arms and hustled the walls, squatting on the floor and chant- him off, no doubt telling him that, with ing, while they beat time with their hands, war-ships in the bay, and soldiers in the and rocked their bodies to and fro. The guard-house, Tangier was no place in dance became a frenzy. The feet flew which to kill Christians. swiftly, and the tom-toms broke into a When I regained the terrace, the whole double rhythm, as the sounds crossed each world was a fairy-land under the spell of other.

that beautiful moon. I watched the tracery While lost in this strange spectacle, of the tree-shadows upon the terrace, and something awoke me to the consciousness drank in the deep perfume of the night of a presence regarding me with the sul- Aowers. Through the whispering of the len eyes of a beast. A tall, lean moun- trees came the steady beat of the tom-tom; taineer was walking around me slowly but it had ceased to call me. It was no in a circle, about five feet from where I longer a mystery. Had one of Fate's litstood. Appearing to watch the dance tle plans miscarried, or had that great within, I gripped my stick firmly, as I was dramatic artist merely added a touch of unarmed. Soon my eyes followed him, and danger to increase the glory and charm of I had to turn my head quickly so that the night?

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WHERE are three possibilities known ergy of will of the West Europeans. Chi

as the "yellow peril.” One is the nese lads quarrel in a girlish way with swamping of the slow-multiplying, high- much reviling but little pounding, with wage, white societies with the overflow random flourishing of fists, but only when that is bound to come when China has ap- there is no danger of their finding the opplied Western knowledge to the saving of ponent's face. A row among coolies imhuman life. This is real, and imminent, presses one much more with the objurgaand nothing but a concerted policy of ex- tory richness of the language than with clusion can avert it. Another is the over- the fighting prowess of the race. matching of the white peoples by colossal Very striking is the contrast with the armies of well-armed and well-drilled yel- gamecock Japanese who, fresh from a millow men who, under the inspiring lead of itary feudalism, are still full of pugnacity. some Oriental Bonaparte, will first expel At Singapore three thousand Chinese were the Powers from eastern Asia, and later detained in quarantine with three hundred overrun Europe.

Japanese. The latter made insolent deThis forecast is dream-stuff. One who mands such as that they be served their goes up and down among these teeming rice before the Chinese. The Celestials proletarians realizes that, save among the could easily have crushed this handful of Mohammedans of the Northwest, the last brown men, but in the end, rather than traces of the military spirit evaporated have "trouble,” they accepted second talong ago. The folk appears to possess le. Not that the Chinese is chickenneither the combative impulses nor the en- hearted. Indeed, there is tiger enough in



half away.

him, when aroused; but he simply does not such a calamity the industrial nations will believe in fighting as a way of settling dis- be able to protect themselves neither by putes. To him it is uneconomical, hence immigration barriers, nor by tariff walls. foolish. In Malaysia it has been observed Assuredly the cheapness of Chinese lathat, no matter how turbulent a crowd of bor is something to make a factory-ownChinese may become, if one of their head- er's mouth water. The women reelers in men holds up his hand, they quiet down the silk filatures of Shanghai get from till they have heard what he has to say. eight to eleven cents for eleven hours of Their tumult is calculated and they do work. But Shanghai is dear, and, besides, not get beside themselves with rage, as everybody there complains that the laborwill a mob of Japanese or East Indians. ers are knowing and spoiled. In the steel

The new army is a vast improvement, works at Han-yang common labor gets but still its fighting spirit may well be three dollars a month, just a tenth of what doubted. “How do you like the service ?" raw Ślavs command in the South Chian American asked a couple of reservists. cago steel-works.

Skilled mechanics get "Very well.” “How if a war should from eight to twelve dollars. In a coalbreak out?” “Oh, our friends will let us mine near I-chang, a thousand miles up know in time so

run away.” the Yangtse, the coolie receives one cent Smarting under repeated humiliations, the for carrying a 400-pound load of coal on haughty Manchu princes are forging the his back down to the river a mile and a new army as an instrument of revenge;

He averages ten loads a day, but the Chinese people prize it as a buck. but must rest every other week. The ler only, and do not intend it shall take miners get seven cents a day and found, the offensive. In the officers one misses i.e., a cent's worth of rice and meal. They the martial visage, the firm chin and set work eleven hours a day up to their knees jaw that proclaim the overriding will. in water, and all have swollen legs. After The wondering look and the unaggressive a week of it they have to lay off a couple manner of the private reveal the simple of days. No wonder the cost of this coal country lad beneath the khaki. The Jap- (semi-bituminous) at the pit's mouth is anese peasant has the bold air of the sol- only thirty-five cents a ton! At Cheng-tu, dier; the Chinese soldier has the mild bear- servants get a dollar and a half a month ing of the peasant. Belief that right makes and find themselves. Across Sze-chuan, might, and that all difficulties can be set- lusty coolies were glad to carry our chairs tled by appealing to the li, i.e., the Rea- half a day for four cents each. In Sinsonable, so saturates Chinese thought that gan-fu the common coolie gets three cents nothing but a succession of shocks that a day and feeds himself, or eighty cents a should move the national character from month. Through Shan-si, roving harvesits foundations will lay them open to the ters were earning from four to twelve military spirit. Long before they have lost cents a day, and farm-hands got five their faith in peace, the Chinese will be or six dollars a year and their keep. too strong to be bullied and too flourishing Speaking broadly, in any part of the Emto seek national prosperity through con- pire willing laborers of fair intelligence quest.

may be had in any number at from eight The third "yellow peril” is the possi- to fifteen cents a day. bility of an industrial conquest of the With an ocean of such labor power to West by the Orient. Contemplating the draw on, China would appear to be on the diligence, sobriety, and cleverness of the eve of a manufacturing development that Chinese, in connection with their immense will act like a continental upheaval in numbers and their low standard of com- changing the trade map of the world. The fort, some foresee a manufacturing China, impression is deepened by the tale of inturning out great quantities of iron, steel, dustries that have already sprung up. In implements, ships, machinery, and textiles twenty years the Chinese have established at an incredibly low cost, and therewith forty-six silk filatures, thirty-eight of them driving our goods out of neutral markets in Shanghai. More than a dozen cottonand obliging our working-men, after a spinning-mills are supplying yarn to native long disastrous strife with their employers, hand-looms. Two woolen mills are weavto take a Chinese wage or starve. Against ing cloth for soldiers' uniforms. In Shang


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