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Show Brooks, the first foreign martyr of Boxer times, died-, it did not seem possible that that sad time was passed only ten years and that the people inviting me to rest a while and drink tea with them or urging me to stay a few days and heal their sick could be of the same families as those who so cruelly took his life. The last day of the journey, as the sacred mountain, T'ai Shan, grew from a dim jagged ridge .in the far distance against the morning horizon, to a group of lofty peaks rising high above us and glowing in the light of the setting sun, we knew something of the awe that is so large a part of the religion of primitive man, and our hearts followed those millions who during forty centuries have climbed to this summit and we too worshiped there, worshiped Him whose worship is to be not in Jerusalem nor on the mountains of Samaria but wherever a human heart turns to Him in spirit and in truth. And we prayed that the time might be hastened when the people of this great nation shall know Him who seeks their worship. It was in a side valley of this mountain, in one of a group of five cottages, that I spent nearly seven weeks. It was such a pleasure to meet some of the Methodist, Presbyterian, Baptist and Anglican friends who are part of the large force working in the east and south of our province, and an inspiration to more earnest prayer and effort to know something of their problems and successes. Many of you who are interested in missions in China have heard of Mrs. Crawford, who came out as a missionary fifty-seven years ago. For months previous to the day we went to see her she had been in feeble health. She welcomed us most cordially, in spite of her weakness and suffering asked about the work of our field and about the other members of the Lintsing station whom she had met. The release she longed for came early in August and her body was laid to rest at the foot of the mountain. She was a woman of unusual ability, an earnest leader of the little group associated with her in the ' 'Cospel Mission' ' . One of the pleasantest parts of the summer was the four days that a few of us spent in a beautiful, quiet valley near the summit. For the most part the mountain is destitute of trees, but here umbrella pines grow on the steep mountain sides and fill the valley, giving shade and fragrance and soft music. The |