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Show 3 PAPERMAKIN IN INDO-CHIN speak, nor did anyone in the group utter a word. I raise the poor girl's head from the road and thought I coul detect a fecling of resignation pass quickly over her pale round face. With a sigh of relief she passed away as I supported her head. The native people seemed reluéant t touch the corpse so I carried the limp, warm body dow the embankment by the side of the road and laid her i the soft, damp grass at the edge ofa rice field. I console myselfin the thought that this sadly neglected girl had a last found peace, the first real rest she had ever known The life of the lowly Oriental is filled with toil and strif and death comes asa welcome relief The Eurasian driver and passengers remained seate in the car and the weary pedestrians gathered togethe their baskets of fruit and vegetables and continued thei way to the distant markets. The omnibus had waited m return and I took my place in the front seat behind th driver. The ornate cockatoo and the nidorous monke chattered reprovingly as they were jostled to make roo so that I might again settle into the crowded seat. Onc more we were on our way to Hanoi. A lovely Anames girl had been slain, but there were millions more! Lif means so little in the Orient... The nextvillage was Pham x4 and the stage halted fo more refreshment of chrysanthemum tea and rice flou sweet cakes. I was depressed, no one had spoken since w left the dead girl. The rain had ceased as suddenly as i had begun and the silk flags along the route hung dam Digital mage© 2005 Marriott Library University of Utah, All rihts reserved |