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Show 3 PAPERMAKIN I INDO-CHIN It was apparent that I would have to seek a native guid who would be willing to help me in my quest; the lowl papermakers spoke only their own language. Upon inquiring in the French section of Hanoi regardinga ma who might assist me, I finally succeeded, toward evening in locatinga native guide, Mr. Le-Van-Binh, who kne many of the papermakers and could, he assured me, giv every consideration to my wishes. Th T newly-acquire interpreterand courierinsisted that I visit hishome in th native quarter of Hanoiand we at once mounted jinriki shas,each two-wheeled vehicle lighted by Chinese pape lanterns dangling at its side. The barefoot jinrikimen, i theirmushroom-shape hats topped with brass balls, pattered noiselessly through the spacious streets of F renc Hanoi, finally narrowing into the rambling lanes of th native distri& with its tumbling shops and houses amids squalid and dishevelled surroundings. Without speakin aword of warning, my guide shouted to the jinrikime and we came to a sudden halt before the open front of dimly illuminated shop where tea, spices,and sweet cake were displayed and sold. I was led through the fragran shop up a flight of decply worn, winding stone steps to commodious chamber above. This secluded apartmen was the home of Mr. Le-Van-Binh and his fat Anames wife who welcomed me with customary Oriental grace The only lightin the room filtered up the stairwell fro the flickering tallow candles in the pastry shop below, bu when my guide's spouse it her oil lamp I could see tha Digital mage © 2005 Marriott Library University of Utah, All rights reserved |