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Show 1 PAPERMAKIN IN INDO-CHIN at the table. The dining room was at once scented wit the aroma of pungent herbs and narcotic lotions. Ther were six quarts of wine before us, the four-course dinne proved mostappetizingand embraced every savoury dis that either Mr. Wong or I could possibly crave. The piéc de résistance of the repast consisted of roasted birds, no completely devoid of feathers and entrails, which nestle in heavy metal bowls. The birds had been smothered i alcohol and served while afire; the flickering blue flame threw weird lights on the walls of the gloomy dining hall After the culinary pyrotechnics had subsided, Mr. Won an th thi th I began our struggle to sever some tender flesh fro breasts and legs of the bony creatures. To my eye gastronomic delight resembled asmallstork orcrane head remained inta& and ere, for the ship's chefha carefully wound the open-eyed heads and necks aroun and around like the coils ofa spring. Mr. Wong, wit marked pleasure, crushed the bones of his bird betwee his firm teeth and after he had completed his sumptuou meal he calmly broke the bird's head from its spiral nec and nonchalantly made use of the pointed bill as a convenient and efficient toothpick. When visiting in distan lands it is my usual practice to «do as the Romans," bu there have been occasions when such procedure has bee even beyond my dulled sense of etiquette. During th second course of our first dinner I noticed a large blac objeé dart noiselessly across the gray-white table clot and the ever alert Mr. Wong was not slow in plungin Digital mage © 2005 Marriott Library University of Utah, All rights ressrved |
