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NARROW ESCAPE AT PEH-TSUI-KHE 97<br />

walls. The native preacher and his wife had possession<br />

of the one little end room, and myself of the other, the<br />

middle apartment doing service as a dining-room and<br />

place for receiving visitors. The building was a mere<br />

dilapidated hut, and stood about twenty feet <strong>from</strong> the<br />

temporary chapel, which was made of the same materials<br />

and in similar style. There were few other houses in the<br />

immediate neighbourhood, as the people live very much<br />

scattered over this quiet and hilly part of the country.<br />

It must have been well after midnight when I was<br />

suddenly startled on hearing people rushing through the<br />

fence which surrounds our chapel ground, and by the<br />

bright glare of many lights moving rapidly<br />

round the<br />

house. I jumped up, to find that my bedroom was already<br />

on fire ; and, on looking out through the bamboo bars<br />

which served as a window, I could see a crowd of ferociouslooking<br />

ruffians setting fire to the chapel, and to the roof<br />

of our own house. One could take in the position at a<br />

glance. It was Gaw-chi-ko's men out on one of their<br />

terrible raids. They seemed like demons as, with<br />

blackened faces and long knives in their hands, they<br />

darted about under the bright glare of the burning chapel.<br />

I called out for assistance, but did not know then that the<br />

preacher, with several brethren who were sleeping in an<br />

adjoining hut, had made their escape on hearing the<br />

distant barking of dogs.<br />

Supposing that they would hardly dare to attack a<br />

foreigner, I attempted to get out by the door of the<br />

mid-room, but was immediately driven back by the<br />

spears which were levelled at me, and which, for a<br />

moment, I warded off with the Chinese blanket held over<br />

arm. I shouted out that the British Consul would<br />

my<br />

have them punished if they persisted, but the only<br />

response was a fresh brandishing of the knives and spears,<br />

which again struck frequently into the little blanket.<br />

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