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to the undiscovered country. Then, after the hired mourners, robed all in white, have keened and wailed and lamented over the dead, the body, coffined after the manner of Americans, is placed in a hearse, and the friends and family take hacks for the cemetery, just as the white folks do. The hacks used on these occasions are decrepit affairs, but the Chinese seem to take great pride in riding in them. In appearance there is not much to distinguish the Chinese funeral from any other, though an express wagon loaded with the funeral baked meats accompanies the line of carriages. The difference is in the noise. A Chinese funeral may be heard coming for blocks, and even at this day is likely to call San Franciscans to their windows. There is a deal of beating of tom-toms and gongs, possibly because the Chinese ear finds music in such instruments, and possibly to drive away the evil spirits. Pieces of the flimsy Chinese paper in white and red are continually thrown out from the head of the procession, the  idea  being that the  devil  will think these  bits are
five ipols, joss tempm; of lung gong.