five weeks, or even five months, so clearly do startling events separate one by huge gaps from the dull routine of every-day life.  All of us listened attentively, and presently on all sides the fierce music of the long Chinese trumpets blared out uproariously—­blare, blare, sobbing on a high note tremulously, and then, boom, boom, suddenly dropping to a thrilling basso profondissimo.  Even the children know that sound now.  Louder and louder the trumpet-calls rang out to one another in answering voice, imperatively calling off the attacking forces.  Impelled to retire by this constant clamour, all the Chinese soldiery must have retreated, except a few straggling snipers, who remained for a few minutes longer, dully and methodically loosing off their rifles at our barricades.  Ten or fifteen minutes passed, and then, as if the growing solitude were oppressing them, these last snipers desisted, and, coolly rising and disclosing their brightly coloured tunics and sombre turbans, they sauntered off in full view.  I saw half a dozen go off in this way.  Clearly something remarkable was happening and our astonishment deepened.

Presently the word ran round our half-mile of barricades that a board, with big Chinese characters written across it, had been placed by a Chinese soldier bearing the conventional white flag of truce on the parapet of the north bridge, where J——­, the first man killed, had fallen, and that the curious board was exciting everyone’s astonishment.  Getting leave to absent myself, I ran into the British Legation, and from a scaffolding not a hundred yards from the bridge I saw the mysterious placard with my own eyes.  Already binoculars and telescopes had been busily adjusted, and all the sinologues mustered in the British Legation had roughly written copies of the message in their hands and were disputing as to the exact meaning.  It was only then that I realised what a strange medley of nationalities had been collected together in this siege.  Frenchmen, Russians, Germans, Japanese, English, Americans, and many others were all arguing together, until finally H——­, the great administrator, was called upon to decide.  The legend ran: 

“In accordance with the Imperial commands to protect the Ministers, firing will cease immediately and a despatch will be delivered at the Imperial canal-bridge.”

A vast commotion was created, as you may judge, when this news circulated among the refugee Ministers and all the heterogeneous crowd who have been behaving so strangely since the serious business began.  Not one of us had relished the idea of being massacred after the manner of the Indian Mutiny, but there are different ways of behaving under such perils; some of those we had witnessed would not bear relating.