sins. But they could not have been worse than the jungle coffins in which the inhabitants sit with chains about their necks in perpetual darkness. I have seen few if any foreigners in Unga who have ever seen the interior. I am a privileged visitor and I for me would care to go. The sight of these prison inmates in open air coffins - privileged prisoners as it was - was quite enough for me. It is quite another matter to view the implements of torture which we see in the ancient prisons of Venice, for we realize that those are all things of the long dead past, and their real rig- oripience hardly penetrates thru the veil of years. They make us shiver rather delightfully but did not stir any curiosity until the Germans showed us that barbarism in their race, at least, is only covered by a thin veneer of culture, that I could not feel that such things belonged to the present anywhere in our living world. But here in Mongolia, where we see such beastly devices for punishment openly displayed upon its streets, one can not but shiver to think of what implements of torture are hidden from the light of day. I see, in China, its deadly, no cuts where a living man was slowly gaspedly carried to prison, has only been arrested for a dozen years or so. And the banner case when atrocities