A good little man with a drooping mustache, a little round head and a little round stomach was moving across Manchuria last week in a bright yellow private car, with a brand new contract in his baggage. Every time the train stopped hundreds of devout Chinese banged their heads against the sides, the window panes, the brake rods, hoping to receive virtue through their bumps. The good little man was the Panchen Lama who has sometimes been called the Buddhist Pope.* His contract was with the Nationalist Government of President Chiang Kai-shek to...
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