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Title: Under marching orders : a story of Mary Porter Gamewell
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Hubbard, Ethel Daniels
Subjects: Gamewell, Mary Porter, 1848-1906
Publisher: New York : Young people's missionary movement of the United States and Canada
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ed to revenge. Chinese im-migrants were being maltreated and evenkilled in the United States. Treaty rightswere recklessly violated. Why, in the nameof the Confucian religion, which at least de-mands justice, should Americans be toleratedon Chinese soil! Thus in the remote inlandprovince of China the little group of Amer-icans paid dear for the injustice of theirfellow countrymen on the other side of theworld. Like a tidal wave of destruction the mobbore down upon the foreigners in Chung-ching. Nearer and nearer it came, layingwaste the property of the British consul andthe Eoman Catholic cathedral, in its resistlessapproach toward the compound in the city,where the missionaries had now assembled.As a last extremity Mr. Gamewell tried toplan an escape by way of the river whichflowed far below, preferring its precariouscurrent to the merciless freaks of the mob.But this chance of flight was cut off, foralready the crowd was at the gate poundingand shrieking with a determination far ex-
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A Chinese Mob 93 ceeding the Sunday of the Dragon Festival.Yet the httle company of men and womenwithin the walls were calm and trustful. Mrs.Gamewell said they felt the iron strength ofthe promise: ^Lo, I am with you always,even unto the end of the world. At the very instant when the frenziedChinese broke through the barricades at thefront, an excited messenger came to the reargate bidding the missionaries make haste andescape while yet there was time. The magis-trate had sent sedan-chairs to bear them tohis yamen, but they must speed away into thedarkness before their flight was detected.Even as the mob was entering the court theyslipped out at the rear, and were swiftlyborne along the i^recii^ice overhanging theriver. The weird, silent journey came to a suddenpause as the bearers made a quick turnthrough a gate and dropped the chairs beforea house close by the wall. Into the small,stuffy room which the fugitives were com-manded to enter, crowded a rabble of Chinesewho remained to s

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