ILLUSTRATED BY LI CHU-T'ANG

"SNAKE'S BLOOD MIXED WITH POWDERED DEER-HORN."

"Snake's blood mixed with powdered deer-horn"

"Here son!" she cried, "look at my treasure!"

Clinging to the animal's shaggy hair was Honeysuckle

Throwing herself at his feet she thanked him for his mercy

"Ah," sighed the turtle, "if only the good god, P'anku, were here"

Putting his bill close to her ear, he told Hu-Lin of his recent discovery

The tiger gravely nodded his head

All day she was busy carrying water

Higher and higher he climbed

They saw shining in the pathway directly in front of them a lump of gold

As she dressed herself she saw with surprise that her fingers were shapely

What we shall eat to-morrow, I haven't the slightest idea!" said Widow Wang to her eldest son, as he started out one morning in search of work.

"Oh, the gods will provide. I'll find a few coppers somewhere," replied the boy, trying to speak cheerfully, although in his heart he also had not the slightest idea in which direction to turn.

The winter had been a hard one: extreme cold, deep snow, and violent winds.