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Show PAPERMAKIN IN INDO-CHIN 1 that littered the small deck in bulging pyramids. Durin the period the steamer was anchored in the roadstead o Kouang-Tcheou-Wan a score of Chinese women wer industriously unloading hundreds of bags of coarse flou shipped from Hongkong. Each comely young woma had a baby strapped to her back, the infants assuming al manner of positions and contortions as the mothers ben their agile bodies in lifting the heavy bags; never did child cry or awake from sleeps it was a hardship they an their mothers had long since learned to accept Amid great commotion of shouting and gesturing w at last departed from Kouang-Tcheou-Wan. Not unti an Occidental traveller has visited out-of-the-way port of the Orient does he realize the needless confusion tha ensues upon entering or leaving a port. There is singing yelling, fighting, screaming, a jumble of languages an dialeds akin to bedlam, the beating of goat-skin drum and the tapping of hollow bamboo poles; there is nois everywhere, everywhere perturbation. The ship was wel out to sea before the native passengers grew reasonabl composed, drifting one by one to the bowels of the shi to await with Buddhistic stoicism the inevitable seasickness, a malady to which almost every Oriental is subjeét I peered through the half-open doors of the little row o cabins with the hope of finding at least one traveller wh might share with me the abundant wineand the sumptuous dinners. I missed Mr. Wong; he was endowed, as s many of his compatriots, with quiet humour and subtl Digital Image © 2006 Marrioft Library University of Utah, All rights reserved |