But best of all, from the standpoint of Japan, the Chinese was a kindred race.  The baffling enigma of the Chinese character to the West was no baffling enigma to the Japanese.  The Japanese understood as we could never school ourselves or hope to understand.  Their mental processes were the same.  The Japanese thought with the same thought-symbols as did the Chinese, and they thought in the same peculiar grooves.  Into the Chinese mind the Japanese went on where we were balked by the obstacle of incomprehension.  They took the turning which we could not perceive, twisted around the obstacle, and were out of sight in the ramifications of the Chinese mind where we could not follow.  They were brothers.  Long ago one had borrowed the other’s written language, and, untold generations before that, they had diverged from the common Mongol stock.  There had been changes, differentiations brought about by diverse conditions and infusions of other blood; but down at the bottom of their beings, twisted into the fibres of them, was a heritage in common, a sameness in kind that time had not obliterated.

And so Japan took upon herself the management of China.  In the years immediately following the war with Russia, her agents swarmed over the Chinese Empire.  A thousand miles beyond the last mission station toiled her engineers and spies, clad as coolies, under the guise of itinerant merchants or proselytizing Buddhist priests, noting down the horse-power of every waterfall, the likely sites for factories, the heights of mountains and passes, the strategic advantages and weaknesses, the wealth of the farming valleys, the number of bullocks in a district or the number of labourers that could be collected by forced levies.  Never was there such a census, and it could have been taken by no other people than the dogged, patient, patriotic Japanese.

But in a short time secrecy was thrown to the winds.  Japan’s officers reorganized the Chinese army; her drill sergeants made the mediaeval warriors over into twentieth century soldiers, accustomed to all the modern machinery of war and with a higher average of marksmanship than the soldiers of any Western nation.  The engineers of Japan deepened and widened the intricate system of canals, built factories and foundries, netted the empire with telegraphs and telephones, and inaugurated the era of railroad-building.  It was these same protagonists of machine-civilization that discovered the great oil deposits of Chunsan, the iron mountains of Whang-Sing, the copper ranges of Chinchi, and they sank the gas wells of Wow-Wee, that most marvellous reservoir of natural gas in all the world.

In China’s councils of empire were the Japanese emissaries.  In the ears of the statesmen whispered the Japanese statesmen.  The political reconstruction of the Empire was due to them.  They evicted the scholar class, which was violently reactionary, and put into office progressive officials.  And in every town and city of the Empire newspapers were started.  Of course, Japanese editors ran the policy of these papers, which policy they got direct from Tokio.  It was these papers that educated and made progressive the great mass of the population.