A Manchu woman in her national head-dress, bargaining with a street vender of Mukden for a cup of tea
A Manchu woman in her national head-dress, bargaining with a street vender of Mukden for a cup of tea
A Manchu woman in her national head-dress, bargaining with a street vender of Mukden for a cup of tea
The Russian so loves a uniform, even after the land it represents has gone to pot, that even school-boys in Vladivostok usually wear them,—red bands, khaki, black trousers, purple epaulets
The Russian so loves a uniform, even after the land it represents has gone to pot, that even school-boys in Vladivostok usually wear them,—red bands, khaki, black trousers, purple epaulets
The Russian so loves a uniform, even after the land it represents has gone to pot, that even school-boys in Vladivostok usually wear them,—red bands, khaki, black trousers, purple epaulets
A common sight in Harbin,—a Russian refugee, in this case a blind boy, begging in the street of passing Chinese
A common sight in Harbin,—a Russian refugee, in this case a blind boy, begging in the street of passing Chinese
A common sight in Harbin,—a Russian refugee, in this case a blind boy, begging in the street of passing Chinese
A Russian in Harbin—evidently not a Bolshevik or he would be living in affluence in Russia
A Russian in Harbin—evidently not a Bolshevik or he would be living in affluence in Russia
A Russian in Harbin—evidently not a Bolshevik or he would be living in affluence in Russia
Northward from Mukden there are also many reminders of Japanese military prowess, besides the railway itself. Here the line was being double-tracked, perhaps because the diversion of shipping, by fair means and foul, from Vladivostok to Dairen was proving too much for it. The Chinese workmen lived in semi-caves and reed-mat huts, and left a bush or a small tree at the top of a slim pyramid of earth here and there to show how deep they had dug for the new grading. Dense green hills and the unpicturesque, widely scattered huts of Manchuria broke the general landscape of endless fields of beans closely planted, withkaoliangand millet, wheat and corn, demanding their share of the broad open country. Cattle, horses, mules, and donkeys were plentiful, and ungainly black pigs more so. Every little while we passed a large walled town of which we in the West know not even the name, and somewhere not far from each of them was a new Japanese section including the railway station and rows of trainmen’s houses, perhaps schools and a hospital. But for all the advantages showered upon them the migrating Japanese plainly could not compete hand to hand with the Chinese pouring up from the crowded provinces across the Gulf of Chihli. They kept shop, ran the railroad, filled all the higher positions in the enterprises, such as mining, milling, and electric lighting, in which they are engaged, but as actual producers from the soil itself, of overwhelming importance in spacious, fertile, still rather thinly populated Manchuria, they were visibly incapacitated.