Identifier: cu31924023492519 (find matches)
Title: Letters from the Far East
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: Evans, Alice Pickford, 1868-
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Publisher: Philadelphia Boston : Judson Press
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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how, and spend-ing the night at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, ofthe China Inland Mission. This Mr. Taylor is the eld-est son of J. Hudson Taylor, the founder of thismission. It was truly a joy to meet them, and theydid all in their power to make us comfortable. In the morning we walked through the streets to theshore, where we took the launch, which was to carryus as far as Tonglu. The scenery up this river is beautiful beyond de-scription ; the mountains rising on both sides; theriver narrow and winding; the fall foliage; the tem-ples and pagodas—all these give a variety and charmseen nowhere else. One who has never seen anything of China exceptthe coast cities, has seen but little; and visiting Hong-kong and Shanghai is in no way seeing China. It isthe interior which really shows one China and Chineselife. At Tonglu we took the opportunity to go ashoreand to walk through the village, as the boat in whichwe were to continue our trip would not start until thenext morning.40 3O 90
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LETTERS FROM THE FAR EAST 41 Hearing the sound of Chinese music, and followingin the direction from which the sound came, we foundone of those famous open-air theaters, where playsare carried on at certain times in connection with theheathen worship. To us, who were unable to understand what wassaid, it looked like a lot of clowns performing, as theactors were all dressed in grotesque costumes, witheither masks or painted faces, and danced round onthe stage, brandishing swords and knives. After watching this a short time, we walked throughthe principal street, lined with all kinds of shops andfull of all kinds of smells. Very early the next morning, while the stars werestill shining, the boatmen, ten in all, were up and start-ing up the river. The scenery grew more wonderful and beautiful aswe entered that part of the river called the loong; onaccount of its winding shape like a dragon, which theycall by that name. We were two days going from Tonglu to Lanchi,where we left the large b

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