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 is the scriptural injunction chased intaglio 
 immediately beneath the large dial, and 
 lends grace and ornament as well as use¬ 
 fulness to the plain Gothic tower which lifts 
 edifice known as old St. Mary’s Cathe¬ 
 dral. It has worn well during the 
 ||^ forty and odd years of exposure 
 which have elapsed since first erected, 
 f" and, as of old, greets the traveler of to-day in the 
 shimmering moonlight, at high noon, or misty dawn, as he 
 seeks entrance at the main thoroughfare leading into that 
 quarter where chance has contrived to bring together a repre¬ 
 sentative congress, as it were, of Mongolian individuality and 
 character. 
 
 Years ago, and before the advent of the Mongol to these 
 shores, such an inscription was deemed timely, for it was in 
 this immediate section that the motley gathering of adventurous 
 spirits held high revel, and formed the nucleus of the extended 
 population. 
 
 Within a few minutes' walk from the leading hotels and 
 center of commerce, the traveler will arrive at one of the many 
 entrances to Chinatown. “What a transition!” It is not easy, 
 
perhaps it is not possible, wholly to realize, as we drift along 
 the busy stream of Oriental life, that we have not been translated 
 to a strange land. Buildings have been evolved, and others 
 shaped out of semblance to their original design, wherever and 
 whenever possible, with pagan architecture and imagery. It is 
 here and there only that portions of solid masonry remain which 
 have defied the sons of Confucius to mar; and some solemn 
 griffin, or gargoyle carving, is yet imbedded beneath cornice, 
 or gracing some Corinthian colonnade, as if looking down in 
 apparent sadness at its own strange environment, reminding us 
 that but a comparatively brief period has elapsed since dwelt 
 here those hardy pioneers whose bending forms are only occa¬ 
 sionally seen visiting the old haunts, rich in pathetic and tragical 
 episodes and heroic deeds of a half century ago. 
 
 Here the visitor is apt to regard the encroachment which 
 the Chinese have made on the acreage of this section of the 
 city as an interesting phenomenon, from a single primitive 
 “ wash-house,” erected as a necessity on Portsmouth Square, 
 now known as the Plaza, until this quarter now comprises over 
 fifteen blocks of houses, wholly within the city limits, and 
 wherein, as near as can be computed, about fifty thousand 
 Chinese reside and do business, and, like the glacier of the 
 north, still spreads and moves on. Fortunately, the salt ocean 
 
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breeze sweeps over it, and the terraced condi¬ 
 tion of this quarter renders drainage a natural 
 condition as well as a scientific achievement. 
 
 Among Oriental nations, pagan and christian¬ 
 ized, the commercial instinct is strongly developed. 
 As our tourist strolls along the main thorough¬ 
 fare, with its lines of bazaars, the picturesqueness 
 of which is enhanced by elegantly decorated silk 
 embroideries and draperies temptingly displayed 
 for sale, ebony-carved cabinets rich in design 
 and ornamentation, and fit to hold the wealth 
 of “ Ormus and of Ind,” bronzes, cloisonne ware 
 and many other objects of exquisite beauty and 
 workmanship meet the eye; and, with a constant 
 stream of tourists from all parts of the world 
 daily visiting this mecca, he realizes that there is 
 an active participation of the busy scenes of life 
 going on here, notwithstanding its antique and 
 Oriental aspect. 
 
 If the service of a guide has not been pro¬ 
 cured at the hotel, you will not be lost in the 
 tangled maze of narrow streets and dubious 
 labyrinth of bad-smelling alleyways, for the 
 
denizens of this quarter thoroughly appreciate the desire which 
 prevails to penetrate and investigate the inner life of their 
 people. Solicitations are made, at every crossing, to guide and 
 conduct you to the various shrines and objects of curiosity 
 which abound here; they seem to alight on the pilgrim intuitively, 
 and vie with each other in an exaggeration of promises rarely 
 fulfilled. It is delightful to watch the tactics of these subtle 
 fellows,—the ingenious harangue, their skill in unmasking the 
 stranger, their epigrammatic rendition of the sights to be seen. 
 They learn each other’s tricks and the usual line of approach in 
 dealing with a “ tenderfoot ” or European tourist. A wily 
 looking fellow approached us one evening, and, after delivering 
 the usual prelude to excite our curiosity, actually showed us a 
 glimpse of his return certificate, issued by the powers that be 
 at the Custom House, and, with a suavity and blandness of 
 manner really amusing, assured us that it was a special license 
 granted to ply his vocation as guide, for services rendered to 
 the Government. “All Melica man know Charlie; heep good 
 guide 1 Twenty-six years Chinatown 1 ” It is perhaps superfluous 
 to state that, with few exceptions, they are adept in all guileful 
 arts, crafty, knavish and suspicious. 
 
 Stroll where you will you meet on every side evidences of 
 another and departed regime, and find curious studies, many of 
 
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which are calculated to amuse and instruct 
 the traveler, for the personality of this 
 concourse of people is difficult to describe 
 and analyze. One must be brought into actual touch 
 to appreciate the varied character found here, the variety 
 of things to admire and to wonder at, others to ponder over, 
 and all of them interesting. It does not seem possible that you 
 can stroll block after block without encountering a single Christian 
 place of business in this quarter, yet so it is. You will wonder 
 how and why there has been such a transfiguration in this 
 heritage ; you will realize, however, by the compass of your stroll, 
 that you are obtaining a visit to China without being obliged to 
 cross the Pacific, or wrestle with that much-dreaded monster, 
 seasickness. You will investigate narrow, serpentine passages 
 under ground and above ground, to unfathom which it will be 
 necessary to have an experienced and trustworthy guide; you 
 
 will review scores of opium joints beneath stained and 
 
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 cobwebbed frescoes, and hear the click of the domino in the 
 game of pi-gou as you pass the broad but scarred and battered 
 portal of what was once some stately dwelling; you will meet 
 at intervals athletic looking officials in disguise, reconnoitering 
 
up some dark, foul-smelling, tortuous passage, or escalading 
 some perilous roof to cut off the retreat from a game of fan 
 tan, or sup choy, in full blast in the vicinity, and the approach 
 to which is guarded by an array of formidable barriers and 
 sesames, as only the cunning Chinese can develop or their 
 ingenuity create. 
 
 At a prominent corner near the farther end of the main 
 thoroughfare, you will find a building, the history of which dates 
 back half a century ago, now a ruined pile of weather-beaten 
 brick. Neither its interior nor exterior has felt the touch of 
 brush or trowel for many, many years. The work of subjugation 
 has been done, and this ancient, crumbling, interesting landmark 
 known as the Globe Hotel now shelters the flotsam and jetsam 
 of Chinatown. Everything is steeped to the lips in the spirit 
 of paganism, and by its exterior only do we recognize the 
 features and individualities of days dead and gone. Its four 
 stories lift up, row upon row of carved and highly elaborated 
 pediments; and from its upper windows the belfric towers of 
 St. Francis of Assissium, and the spires of Senora de Guadaloupe, 
 at the northern extremity of this quarter, are plainly visible, 
 whilst Mount Tamalpais may be viewed across the Bay in a 
 warp of woven sunshine, guarding, sentinel-like, the approach 
 to the entrance of the Golden Gate, and sheltering the flower 
 
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 San Rafael; and farther away to 
 the right, and beneath the deserted citadel at the 
 summit of Telegraph Hill, the Straits of Carquinez 
 glisten like a silver bar in the morning light; and the 
 majestic double head of Mount Diablo lifts in hazy 
 distance from the purple maze and tender tints which embosom 
 thejovely stretch of landscape called the Ignacio Valley; and 
 in the history of this once important structure is found the 
 record of feud and strife, love and romance, of the ever-shifting 
 scenes enacted in 
 
 “ The days of old, 
 
 The days of gold, 
 
 The days of ’Forty-nine.” 
 
 Not less interesting, and not far from this corner, is a ruined 
 portal, conspicuous in the fact that here resided Madam Ah Toy, 
 the first Chinese woman to grace these shores with her 
 presence. She was evidently a lady of wealth and high caste, 
 of rare attainments, simple sincerity, and of intellect keen and 
 discriminating, gifted with uncommon foresight, and at whose 
 receptions and levees the ecclesiastical and political savant of 
 the hour would meet, and at whose tea parties it was considered 
 
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 a rare privilege and honor to be invited. It was her influence 
 that prompted the then resident Chinese to accept the invitation 
 
to actively participate in the ceremonies, held with such eclat, to 
 commemorate the admission of California into the Union, in 
 i8$o. This must be regarded as particularly noteworthy. The 
 thinness of population and smallness of trade at that time, allied 
 to the isolated locality of. San Francisco, rendered every effort to 
 open up foreign trade a desideratum; and many propositions 
 were entertained that would lead to more extended commercial 
 relations with the Orient; so it was especially by our own 
 solicitation that we have now safely harbored here the active, 
 competing foreign element which has created so much discussion 
 and argument on the political horizon, and upon whom it has 
 been considered necessary for our well-being to levy the 
 Restriction Act, now so called. 
 
 I had always a desire to visit this spot, and shall never 
 forget my first impression of this quarter. It has been my 
 privilege since then to visit it again and again,—I might say, 
 almost to reside there; and, in the light of what has been revealed 
 to me through many later observations, I consider it was a rare 
 opportunity that permitted the witnessing of a spectacle which 
 no subsequent picture has approached, either in color or 
 arrangement. 
 
 It was in February, and the rain which had been deluging 
 the land had abated near midnight. The Feast of Lanterns was 
 
Tbe Mousing of a Pagan God 
 
on the programme, and the housing 
 of the Pagan Deities, a ceremony 
 of rare occurrence, was to be con¬ 
 summated that evening. It was with the expec¬ 
 tation of seeing something new and strange 
 in aspect that induced me to wend my way 
 through the damp and deserted avenues of 
 approach, while dark, lowering rainclouds threat¬ 
 ened ominously overhead. We ascended the 
 tower of old St. Mary’s Cathedral, situated at 
 the first terrace-rising, and from its summit 
 'the mellow tint which welled up against the black, starless 
 background melted away in the tremulous wide scene of 
 ten thousand more of decorated, lighted lanterns, strung in 
 graceful abandon from column portal and balcony, down the 
 gradual incline, and as slowly rising again until the farther 
 extremity of this undulating perspective was reached, terrace 
 upon terrace lifted out from this central line, illuminating in 
 turn myriads of window gardens, gilded oriels and arabesque 
 balconies. The undulating character of the land lent additional 
 beauty to this fairy-like panorama. I could hardly restrain my 
 delight; it was so unlike anything I had ever seen before. 
 Whilst enjoying this midnight feast there slowly entered upon 
 
the main avenue a procession heralded by an orchestra of 
 clashing cymbals, unmusical tom-toms, and gaily decked fiddlers, 
 followed by a retinue of priests in long, showy silken robes 
 and bright vestments, who alternately chanted, with peculiar 
 intonation and inflation, mystic “canzoni” or sacred lays, which 
 tradition tells us were sung two thousand years before the 
 Christian era. The aristocracy of wealth were there in royal 
 habiliments, each representative carrying frames of burning 
 punks and brass talismans; and high upon a gorgeous, sculp¬ 
 tured throne, which was borne by forty or more men in fantastic 
 garb, sat in stoic indifference, beneath flaunting dragons, the 
 divinities of the heathen pantheon, amid a wealth of tinsel and 
 elaborate gildings. 
 
 This procession came up the main thoroughfare, and, as it 
 traversed again and became lost to view, it seemed from my 
 dizzy height more like a dreamy symphonic arrangement of 
 color than the actual presentment of an Oriental ceremony 
 enacted within the framing of these historic precincts. 
 
 We now enter a short street rich in reminiscences; here the 
 first residence was built; and we immediately come to a charm¬ 
 ing study of a dwelling with a corinthian colonnade supporting 
 a balcony of odd design in rich translucent green, peculiarly 
 Chinese. It is unusually well preserved for this quarter, and 
 
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 is pointed out as once the residence of 
 a prominent member of the vigilance 
 committee which operated here with such crushing 
 
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 wished to overthrow rule and order in 18^6. It is now 
 devoted to the use of one of the many Chinese benevolent 
 societies as a pantheon, and is regarded as one of the 
 sights of this quarter. Its upper floors enshrine the Gods, 
 while suspended in boxes along the corridors are numbers 
 of deified warriors, heroes and sages, in attitudes as if 
 trampling victorious over some prostrate foe; while concealed 
 springs cause them automatically to flourish javelins and other 
 warlike weapons of cruel design. Semi-annual banquets are 
 
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 served here to the promoters of the association, and on these 
 occasions, from an improvised niche, the usual orchestra accom¬ 
 pany from midday until midnight a sort of recitative, relieved 
 at intervals with a sforzando movement that creates din sufficient 
 to raise the firmament; while the admiring canaille read from 
 large paper curtains of deep vermilion dye, hanging outside, the 
 names of the contributors and their respective donations to this 
 association, and of the evil spirits that have been controlled 
 under their incantations and exorcisms. The terrifying effigies 
 of two of these devils are placed on high and exposed to view, 
 

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 and made to face the rising sun every morning during ceremonial 
 week. When adequate expiation has been made, and they have 
 been sufficiently rebuked in this novel manner, by comparison 
 to the orb of day, they are forcibly projected at midnight from 
 the balcony above to the street pavement, where the exorcist or 
 devil-killer works for several hours, with numerous curses, 
 written in red ink upon yellow paper, which he then burns on 
 a porcelain plate, and the ashes stirred into a cup of water. 
 With his mouth filled with this holy water, a trident in one 
 hand, and in the other an engraved bit of wood, weighty with 
 virtue for the overthrow of these demons that vex the good 
 Chinaman’s peace and happiness, he stamps around, thrusting 
 and brandishing his trident, holding aloft his magic wand, 
 spurting water from his mouth in every direction, commanding 
 the devils in his loudest voice to depart, yelling and howling 
 until the first streak of light breaks the horizon, when these 
 effigies are incinerated with additional hubbub and their ashes 
 scattered from brazen vessels to the morning breeze. 
 
 Each succeeding decade has given this street additional 
 history. It was originally called Calle de las Rosas, in honor 
 of its many rose-covered cottages. From here the pioneers 
 viewed with delight the illumined tips of Telegraph and Russian 
 hills, which augured the sighting of some expected ship that 
 


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would bring them again in touch with distant hearts after many 
 months of weary and anxious waiting; for the waters yet ebbed 
 and flowed at Montgomery Street, and the deep golden esch- 
 scholtzia, nature’s floral beacon and emblem of the illimitable 
 wealth in this el dorado, was not yet shorn nor ruthlessly 
 riven from its native bed in the sand dunes above in the rush 
 for greed and gain which subsequently followed. 
 
 A decade later and these' delightful and cherished homes 
 were subjected to a transformation : a reign of the demi-monde 
 was inaugurated, and the name of Pike Street was substituted for 
 the euphonious Calle de las Rosas. Under this baneful regime its 
 notoriety soon echoed to the base of the Rockies. There are 
 associated with this era many sensational episodes of good 
 deeds and heinous crimes. Particularly characteristic 
 * and worthy of repetition is that story where the 
 
 ^ “soul of goodness is mixed with things evil,” and 
 which has but recently reached its final 
 \iWj tableau, after the curtain had been rung 
 down and the dramatis personas had left 
 the stage of action five and thirty years ago. 
 It is told that the young and beautiful daughter of 
 a wealthy Parisian, who had loved, “ not wisely, 
 — t> u t too well,” and had to flee the paternal 
 
wrath, made her advent in ’Frisco when the gold fever was at 
 its zenith. Her youth, extraordinary beauty and dashing style 
 created much admiration, and, being a person in fine, with 
 natural and acquired tastes and propensities, she readily obtained 
 an entree into the best society of that day. With a charm of 
 manner rivaled only by the accomplishments of her mind, she 
 successfully essayed the role of an adventuress, and by her 
 wily intrigues soon amassed a small fortune. Her true character 
 being revealed, she was soon forsaken, and drifted to this street, 
 where she plunged into a career of reckless abandon. 
 
 The finding of her body in the ransacked boudoir of her 
 dwelling, with the imprint of a brawny hand upon her delicate 
 neck, plainly told its story, and was the sensation of the day. 
 Her male associate was held, and the evidence, although purely 
 circumstantial, seemed incriminatory, when another deed, simi¬ 
 larly perpetrated, for the same purpose and upon a like 
 character, was discovered in the valley of the Sacramento River. 
 
 No direct clue was unearthed to either of these atrocities 
 until, at one of those Bohemian socials so prevalent in that 
 early day, there was lost, and found, a diamond bracelet, on 
 the reverse side of which was chased this inscription: 
 
 A notre fille, 
 
 [Marie ‘Battier. 
 
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 It was a souvenir from the parents 
 of the unfortunate Parisienne on attain¬ 
 ing her majority; it was returned to the 
 claimant, a lady, who little dreamt that 
 in establishing her right to this cluster 
 of diamonds she had unconsciously 
 raised the curtain upon the participants 
 of this drama, and exposed to view the 
 perpetrator of both of these crimes, and 
 who was none other than her own 
 husband. The arrested consort of the Parisienne was released 
 and soon after reached Paris, where he succeeded in obtaining 
 possession of, and lived in fine style upon, the income of his 
 dead mistress’ property, to the exclusion of the child she had left 
 behind, and for whose education and welfare she had sacrificed 
 her honor and very life. 
 
 During all this time San Francisco was undergoing its 
 wonderful transformation: the city was spreading beyond the 
 hills; the old-fashioned little cottages, and the mountain goats 
 that browsed around the flinty heights of Nob Hill, were 
 disturbed by the advent of the cable car; magnificent and 
 palatial mansions were being erected thereon, and what was at 
 one time a fashionable center soon became the habitation of 
 
the incoming Mongolians. With this third transformation came 
 the name of Waverly Place. The gay characters who had flitted 
 here for over a decade sought other pastures, and the Chinese 
 took possession of the street. With the date of their advent we 
 enter upon the second part of this sensational drama. 
 
 Under the shadows of two cathedrals, Grace and St. Mary!s, 
 stood the cottage where the unfortunate Parisienne dwelt. It 
 had now passed into the possession of the Chinese, who felt 
 that the time was opportune for the erection of a pagan temple 
 that would vie with its stately Christian sisters, gracefully and 
 strikingly imposed upon the terrace beyond. 
 
 In the removal of this cottage was unearthed a box con¬ 
 taining title deeds to valuable property in Paris from Marie Banier 
 to her son, Perrier Banier, and a certificate of deposit for a 
 
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 princely sum of money in bank. This information soon reached 
 Paris, where it was learned that the legacy of her early love 
 had now grown to man’s estate. By the accidental discovery 
 of these papers he was enabled to receive this long buried and 
 now resurrected tribute of maternal devotion. 
 
 Further along this street, just at the corner, there has been 
 erected a small Protestant church, to do battle, as it were, with 
 the number of divinities of the heathen Pantheon ensconced 
 along the line, a Lilliput among the Brobdinags. A few Chinese 
 

 
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under its influence have dared to emancipate themselves 
 from conventional mannerisms, and enthusiastically seek 
 proselytes even at the very doors of the sanctuaries 
 where the orthodox Chinese worship. No one but a 
 person who has lived in China can form any idea 
 
 of the hindrances in the way of christianizing ^ 
 the native residents. Three things are responsible for 
 this, says a recent convert, “ the worshiping of ancestors of 
 idols, and the fear of the Chinese that the Christians wish to 
 destroy the native customs and traditions, and eventually 
 enthrall them.” Filial reverence and obedience are characteristic 
 traits of the Chinese. These sentiments extend beyond the grave; 
 so that, when parents die, prayers are addressed to them as 
 guardian spirits. By them the subordination of individual rights 
 to those of the family is regarded as a fundamental and irrev¬ 
 ocable principle; hence every Chinaman, in forsaking paganism, 
 must obtain the consent of his family if he wishes assurance 
 from future proscription. Every divinity is endowed with 
 certain characteristics, and the embodiment of some special 
 function or attribute of humanity, the unvarying belief in the 
 existence and personality of their deities, upon whose active 
 agency their votaries rely, is, without doubt, the underlying 
 principle of their superstition. 
 
The Chinaman is a great believer in spirits, particularly 
 those with an evil disposition. His upper world is peopled by 
 Gods and his under world by multitudes of devils. Incense is 
 freely burned before the household shrine, and fervent and divers 
 prayers are continually offered to rid their houses of these 
 unwelcome visitors. 
 
 Among the peculiar features of paganism there is none 
 more revolting than the cruelty practiced upon young girls, 
 based upon a system of slavery. It is a prolific source of cor¬ 
 ruption and degradation, and has had much license in this 
 quarter. 
 
 The profound pity felt for these unhappy victims, who, 
 from ignorance, adverse conditions of heredity and environment, 
 are being continually bought and sold, smuggled on steamers or 
 over the boundary lines, has awakened an effort to abridge, if 
 not actually suppress, this traffic, which prevails in all the heart¬ 
 less cruelty which characterized that condition at the close of 
 the Roman Republic. 
 
 By the untiring and zealous efforts of a missionary lady, 
 who has devoted nearly a score of years to ameliorating the 
 condition of her sex, there have been rescued from brothels five 
 hundred or more Chinese girls, whose ages range from nine to 
 fifteen years, and the purchase price of whom aggregated over a 
 

million dollars. They have been comfortably housed, their 
 religious instruction fostered, their physical condition toned, and 
 every possible effort enlisted to lift them up to a sphere of 
 honor and usefulness. By the aid of these simple elements, the 
 employment of time, with a certain customary and moral dis¬ 
 cipline controlled by kindness, a great work has been done, 
 and many of them are now the happy wives and mothers of 
 pleasant homes. 
 
 The law in regard to this slave traffic is specific and exact¬ 
 ing ; but there is a spirit prevalent in this neighborhood which 
 the French call “ l'esprit de localiteP which often warps the 
 judgment of the most upright and honest men, and when, by 
 
 the assistance of legal techni¬ 
 calities, this spirit is coupled to 
 a writ of habeas corpus proced¬ 
 ure, to be subsequently investi¬ 
 gated by the Federal courts, the 
 law becomes elastic, and the 
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 be as readily delivered to some 
 
 execrable hag of moral uncon¬ 
 
 sciousness and indifference of 
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and savage temper, for a moneyed consideration varying from 
 five hundred to four thousand dollars, according to the girl’s 
 age and personal attraction. 
 
 Should the child be one of tender years, she is now made 
 to perform menial drudgery, and is frequently treated not only 
 unkindly, but cruelly. At maturity the slave girl becomes more 
 valuable. Here for a time she is kept under strict surveillance; 
 her avocation and environment leave no opportunity for intel¬ 
 lectual effort. She is bedecked with gaudy trinkets, zealously 
 guarded, and now begins a slavery of many years and of a 
 fiercer kind. Her mind generally is dethroned under her former 
 treatment, and she generally subserves the will of her owner. 
 The best part of her life is wasted amidst unfriendly and 
 degraded companions; she finds no comfort in life, nothing to 
 love, nothing to hope for; family and friends are to her as 
 though they were not, and very few, if any, have any recollec¬ 
 tion whatever of parents or relations. 
 
 It is not indeed strange, when the door is closed and 
 the key turned on these deluded creatures in a strange land, 
 that they occasionally awake from their terror to a realism of 
 the condition which deprives them of bodily and mental free¬ 
 dom, and attempt to break from this bondage and tlee at the 
 peril of their lives to the refuge home provided for them by a 
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Whenever it becomes known that there is a girl of 
 legal age thus environed, efforts are made to ascertain 
 .the opinion she entertains as to the desirability of her 
 removal. It is known that, in their powerless and help- 
 dess condition, so much insincerity has been forced 
 upon them, and such frightful pictures presented to 
 their ignorant minds of the brutalities and enslavement 
 practiced by Christians, that it becomes necessary to 
 free her mind from these prejudices, as initiatory measures to 
 a successful rescue. A careful diagram of the building is made, 
 and every known avenue of escape guarded, when a raid is 
 attempted, and the rescue party, under police surveillance, 
 ultimately removes the trembling victim from her surroundings, 
 amid a crowd of infuriated “high-binders,” human hyenas, 
 whose fierce anathemas and savage threats fill the air. Fre¬ 
 quently, however, notwithstanding all of these carefully planned 
 measures, the victim is quickly spirited away through some 
 secret trap or panel leading into an underground or overhead 
 network of passages, to be again secreted until the fescue is 
 abandoned or given up in despair. 
 
 There is something of interest to be learned in every square 
 foot of these old precincts. For years I thought I knew all 
 that there was to know about this quarter, but every additional 
 
tour of inspection reveals some new interest; and the traveler 
 who simply pays a flying visit here has only sipped, not drunk , 
 at this fountain. He must explore for himself the various 
 regions of interest, which will open to him a boundless source 
 of wonder and study; for in this, one of the finest parts of the 
 town, and the oldest district, occupying, 1 may say almost 
 profaning, in many respects, its once stately homes, is deeply 
 intrenched and emphasized a condition of society and civiliza¬ 
 tion of which its adaptability to circumstances is our marvel, 
 and the fruit of thousands of years of abnegation and Oriental 
 estrangement. 
 
 There are no words wherein to describe, no measure 
 wherewith to measure, the subtleties and eccentricities which, 
 living constantly in a thickly settled section like this, and 
 among these people, is apt to generate, where so many people 
 are crowded into so little room, where the aggregate of suffer¬ 
 ing must be multiplied by every individual tale of woe; yet 
 how unlike the east side of New York, the tenement districts 
 of London or of Paris. The traveler here can go where he 
 listeth, and at whatever hour he pleaseth. He is not disturbed 
 by beggars nor by drunken brawls ; : nor is he liable to the 
 dangers which bestrew his path among Christians in either 
 of the places mentioned. He is free from molestation, ridicule 
 
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