of the
Boxer army. On landing, the missionaries were at once surrounded by a
crowd of jeering natives, and one fellow, with brutal glee, told Mrs.
Ogren of the massacre of the lady missionaries at Ta-ning.

After Mr. Ogren had been closely questioned, he was told they would be
taken back to Yung-ning, but when they left the village they found that
they were being led in quite a different direction. At night they were
placed in a cave, and on the following morning were marched off to the
Boxer general's headquarters, a temple. Mr. Ogren was at once taken
before the general, Mrs. Ogren sitting in the courtyard with her baby
on her knee. She was suffering excruciating pain from a swollen eye,
caused by the heat and glare, but her mental agony was no doubt
greater, for in a few minutes her husband's fate would be decided. She
heard him answering the general's questions, heard him pleading for
their lives. Soon his voice was drowned in the sound of swords being
sharpened, and a few minutes later she heard moans. Her husband was
being tortured.

'My feelings were indescribable,' Mrs. Ogren writes. 'I could only
pray God to cut short my husband's sufferings, and fill his heart with
peace, and give me courage to meet my lot without fear.' Soon the
moaning ceased, and she concluded that her husband was dead.

That night Mrs. Ogren was imprisoned in a tomb, and her baby, although
he had nothing but water for his supper, slept soundly on the cold
ground wrapped up in her gown. On the following morning she was given
some rice and porridge, but before she had finished her meal the guard
set her free. At once she decided to endeavour to reach Ta-ning, where
other missionaries were imprisoned, preferring imprisonment among
friends to the wandering life she had led for so long. Hearing that
there were some Christians in a village on the other side of the river,
she forded the stream--narrowly escaping drowning, but only to find
that she had been misinformed. The villagers jeered at her when she
told her story, and asked for food for herself and baby. Departing
from these inhospitable people, Mrs. Ogren lay down with her baby in
the open. Both were hungry and shivering, and probably their trials
would have ended that night in death, had not two native Christians
found them, and led the way to a cave. Taking Mrs. Ogren to this place
of shelter was, however, all that these men could do for her.

The following day, whil