CHAPTER III

THE COUNTRY IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD OF PEKING—NUMEROUS SIGNS OF THE DECLINE

OF THE EMPIRE

From Peking to the Ming Tombs and the Great Wall of China—The temples

in the hills—Striking neglect of monuments and public

works—Remains of ancient and well-paved highroads, now replaced by

wretched ones, which are only temporarily repaired when the

Emperor or the Empress Dowager passes—The manner in which useful

works are neglected in China, and her treasure wasted.

A tour in the environs of Peking, to the Great Wall and to some of the

temples built on the hills to the west of the town, confirms the bad

impressions received in the city. This excursion occupies between three

and four days, and can be performed with relative comfort, and in

ordinary times without the least danger. A ‘boy,’ that is to say, a

domestic servant—a combination of guide, interpreter, valet and cook,

and who is often, by the way, a very expert disciple of Vatel—a donkey

and donkey-boy, a waggon, drawn by two mules, and a waggoner, are the

staff necessary for this journey, which is usually performed partly on

foot and partly on donkey-back. This suite may be considered somewhat

numerous, but no other human being but his own master would get a

Chinese donkey to budge a step forward, and the same may be said of the

mules. As to the ‘boy,’ he is the indispensable party into whose hands

you must trust yourself absolutely, even to the extent of handing over

your purse, so that he may settle your accounts at the various inns and

give the expected backsheesh to the servants or to the guides and bonzes

in the temples. Needless to say, he perfectly understands how to take

care of himself in the matter of reserving for his own benefit the

‘squeezee,’ as they say in pigeon-English. All Europeans who travel in

the Far East are obliged to have a retinue, which adds to their

importance, and in which every man has his particular function to

fulfil, and will not undertake the least share of his fellow-servants’

work.

On leaving Peking by the Northern Gate, one crosses a sandy and barren

space, occupied in the thirteenth century by a part of the town, which

has now disappeared. Then come some outlying towns, mainly inhabited by

merchants, succeeded by the admirably cultivated plain which extends

from the north of Peking to the foot of the hills. It is more barren to

the south, and trees only grow close to the villages, which are

invariably surrounded by groups of weeping-willows. In this region the

soil and the climate are too dry to allow of the cultivation of rice,

but a crop of winter wheat is obtained, and I have seen it sown, and

even appearing above the ground, in the month of October. It does not

freeze in the very dry earth, although the thermometer falls twenty

degrees, and the snow is never very deep. This crop of wheat is

harvested during May. Presently you see fields of sorghum, millet, the

staple food of the people in these parts, and also of buckwheat. On all

sides the peasantry are hard at work, usually alongside strong waggons,

better built than those of the Siberian mujiks, and drawn either by two

mules or two horses, or sometimes by three little donkeys. In the

villages you can sometimes see the grain thrashed or the long leaves of

the sorghum being bound in sheaves, which when dried are made into mats

and screens. The women help in the latter work, which invariably takes

place close to their doors, for they are never seen in the fields. The

roads are generally very bad, but have not always been so. Many of the

bridges are still in a superb condition, although the fine flagstones

with which they are paved are in a shocking condition. Others, however,

are in absolute ruin, and the rivers which they once spanned have

consequently to be forded. Everything points to the fact that we are

passing over a once magnificent highroad, and effectively it leads to

the Tombs of the Mings, which explains why it was built in such a

sumptuous manner by that Dynasty, as well as the state of abandonment

into which it has fallen since it has come into the hands of the

Manchus, who dethroned the Mings in 1644.

Very few places that I have ever visited have produced upon me a greater

impression of grandeur than the amphitheatre formed by the lofty hills

on whose last slopes stand the Tombs of the thirteen Emperors of the

Ming Dynasty. Each of these monuments is formed of an aggregation of

buildings shaded by magnificent trees, that present a striking contrast

to the usual gray barrenness of Chinese hills. The broad road which

leads to them, once paved but now in ruins, passes under a superb

triumphal arch into the silent valley, which seems deserted, although in

reality it is highly cultivated; the little villages clustering at the

foot of the heights, too, are, as a rule, difficult to make out. After

passing under numerous elegant gateways, supported by winged columns, we

at length arrive at a gigantic alley of colossal monoliths, representing

figures of animals and monsters alternately sitting and crouching, and

statues of famous legislators and warriors. Roads radiate towards each

of the Tombs, of which I only visited that of the first Ming Emperor who

reigned in Peking.

After having passed through a high wall by a porch with three badly-kept

gates, we crossed a spacious courtyard planted with trees, and presently

entered the great hall. Before the whole length of the façade extends

several flights of marble steps with exquisitely sculptured balustrades.

The hall itself is not less than 200 feet long by about 80 feet wide and

40 feet in height. It is nearly empty, and at first you can only

perceive the forty gigantic wooden columns, each formed of the trunk of

a tree, that support the roof, and which two men cannot embrace. These

columns are said to have come from the confines of Indo-China. In the

midst of them, half hidden away, is a small altar, ornamented with a few

commonplace china vases, which are crumbling to pieces and full of dust.

Beyond the altar, enclosed in a sort of tabernacle, is the tablet

inscribed with the deceased Emperor’s name in three Chinese characters.

His body lies beyond, at the end of a gallery a mile long, which

penetrates straight into the heart of the hill, but is walled up a short

distance from the entrance, which one reaches through two courtyards

separated by a portico. From the lofty tower that rises over this

entrance, the walls of which, by the way, are embellished with names

which numerous Chinese and a few Europeans have been vulgar enough to

scratch on the walls with the points of their knives, the view includes

the whole semicircle of hills, as well as all the Tombs, which, by

reason of the very simplicity of their design, create an impression of

extreme grandeur. Their erection must have cost as great an amount of

labour as that which was bestowed by the Egyptians upon the sepulchres

of their Pharaohs.

The Great Wall of China is another colossal undertaking, in order to

reach which you take the high road to Mongolia that passes through the

Pa-ta-ling Gate at the extremity of the pass of Nan-kow. This highroad,

which for centuries has been daily traversed by long caravans of camels,

engaged in the traffic between Mongolia, Siberia, and China, was

formerly paved with blocks of granite, of which no trace is now to be

seen, either on that part of the road in the little town of Nan-kow, or

in the difficult mountain pass, and the traveller may therefore conclude

that they have either been used in the construction of houses or washed

away by some torrent. Nan-kow is a walled town, like almost all those in

the neighbourhood of Peking, including the curious old suburb of

Chao-yung-kwan, over one of the doors of which there is an inscription

in six languages, one of which has not yet been deciphered. Everywhere

on the mountain sides towers and picturesque ruins of fortifications

manifest how great has ever been the fear of the Chinese of the Tatars

and Mongols, for protection against whom the Great Wall was built. It is

divided into two parts, the inner and the outer wall, the first of which

extends for nearly 1,560 miles, from Shan-hai-kwan on the Gulf of

Pe-chi-li into the Province of Kan-su on the upper Yellow River. Built

two hundred years before our era, needless to say, it has been often

repaired and rebuilt. Near the sea it is constructed of stone, but brick

has been used on the inland portions. In thickness it varies from 16

feet to 20 feet, and is about the same in height, but to the west it is

nothing like so lofty.

The inner wall, which dates from the sixth century, was almost entirely

reconstructed by the Mings in the sixteenth century, and is 500 miles

long. This is the wall to be seen from Pa-ta-ling, passing over the

hill, and then proceeding right and left to climb in zigzag fashion to

the very summit of the mountains. It is constructed after the model of

the walls of Peking, on a substructure of stone, with two rows of brick

battlements. The top is paved, and forms a roadway 11 feet in width. Its

height varies, according to the irregularity of the land, between 12

feet and 20 feet, and at about every 300 feet there are towers twice the

height of the wall, also surrounded by bastions and battlements.

Although less imposing than the Wall of Peking, the Great Wall of China

does not deserve the flippant remarks that have been made about it.

Against an enemy unprovided with artillery, and horsemen like the

Mongols and Tatars, it must have presented a very serious obstruction,

and if occasionally they have been able to scale it, it has generally

resisted every attempt at invasion. Although it has not been used under

the present Dynasty, which is of Tatar origin, it has remained, thanks

to the care bestowed upon it in former times, one of the best preserved

monuments in China.

It is otherwise with the greater number of the temples scattered over

the hills, which stand amidst groups of magnificent trees, whose green

foliage contrasts so pleasantly with the gray, barren hills which the

Chinese, like all other peoples of the Far East, never cultivate.

Visitors are pleasantly received in the temples near Peking, some of

which are used as summer residences by European diplomatists tired of

being shut up in the city, whose pestilential miasmas occasionally reach

even their houses, although they are surrounded by parks. Some of them

are only wooden structures, with dwellings for the bonzes surrounding

courtyards on to which open the various sanctuaries. The use of wood in

the Far East for building purposes does not prevent a certain display of

magnificence and art, and the Japanese temples at Nikko and many other

places are marvels of richness and beauty, although they are entirely

built of wood. Unfortunately, unless they are very carefully looked

after, they are naturally apt to deteriorate much quicker than stone

buildings. Needless to say, the Chinese temples are in a very

dilapidated condition. I cannot say that I was impressed by the amazing

collection of Buddhas, some life-size, others colossal, some gilded and

others painted, no two of which are said to be exactly alike; or by the

crowd of horrible monsters with ferocious faces and abominable gestures

who guard the entrances to these temples. They one and all filled me

rather with disgust than with the slightest impression of awe. This

degenerate Buddhism is very different from that which exists in Ceylon,

and among certain Japanese sects. The only traces of the original

character of the religion, or at any rate of the land from which it

sprang, are to be found in the lovely stone pagoda of the Pi-Yuen-Sse,

whose style is pure Hindu, and contains some exquisite bas-reliefs

representing scenes in the lives of Sakyamuni and his saints, or, again,

in the even more beautiful sculpture to be admired in the Temple of the

Yellow Tower.

The Summer Palace, which, by the way, was not a genuine Chinese

building, but erected under the direction of the Jesuits in the

eighteenth century in the style of Versailles, has not been rebuilt

since its destruction by the Allies in 1860, and all access to its ruins

has been prohibited. Not far distant is the summer residence of the

Empress Dowager, surrounded by magnificent gardens. The road which leads

to it is well kept. For the matter of that, as the Empress was about to

make a pilgrimage to a neighbouring shrine at the time I passed that

way, all the roads were being tinkered up for her advent. Hundreds of

coolies were working under the direction of mandarins of the second or

inferior rank, with the white or gold button, who were dashing on

horseback hither and thither, giving orders and generally superintending

so that all irregularities were rapidly disappearing under cartloads of

sand. These costly repairs were, however, only ephemeral.

The Chinese Government never hesitates about wasting money on

trivialities. On one occasion, a river happening to upset certain

arrangements in one of the Imperial gardens, it was, at enormous cost,

drained from its bed, and allowed to inundate and ruin hundreds of farms

belonging to the unfortunate peasants. On another occasion, with a view

to worthily celebrating the sixtieth birthday of the Dowager Empress,

the money intended for the reorganization of the army in Pe-chi-li was

squandered on processions, illuminations, and fireworks. Whenever money

is needed for anything but the gratification of the greed and vanity of

the Court officials, it is never forthcoming; and every traveller who

has been to China will corroborate what I have said concerning not only

the neighbourhood of Peking, but also of Canton and Shanghai. The

highroads have practically ceased to exist, and the bridges are rapidly

crumbling to ruin. The Imperial canal, one of the most magnificent works

of past generations, which goes from Hang-Chow to Tien-tsin, a distance

of over 940 miles, and unites the Blue, the Yellow, and the Pei-ho

Rivers, and also the capitals of the middle provinces, whence are

obtained the best provisions, is now at many points choked up with sand

and stones, and in others it is only a few inches deep, and can only be

used for local traffic. China of to-day is but a shadow of what she has

been, for her sole object in existence is to deceive, and her

administration is rotten to the core. This decadence dates centuries

back, but it culminated five years ago, when an Empire of 400,000,000

inhabitants was obliged to humble itself to a nation ten times its

inferior in population and resources.

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