They may be perishing heathen, I thought, but the average deacon or elder in our enlightened country could scarcely be more courteous.
Ganai is a mud village thatched with grass.

It is a military station under the command of the red-button Colonel Liu, whom I met in Tengyueh.
The Colonel had earned his bottle of hair-dye.

He had written to have me provided with an escort, and by-and-by the two officers who were to accompany me on the morrow came in to see me.

As many spectators as could find elbow-room squeezed into my room behind them.

Both were gentlemanly young fellows, very amiable and inquisitive, and keenly desirous to learn all they could concerning my honourable family.