Letters from the Far East . l temples and shrines along the way. Nearly at the summit, where our chair-bearersstopped, is a somewhat larger temple; and living herein seclusion we found a Buddhist priest. Shut awayfrom the world, he devotes his time to the worship ofBuddha. He was very kind to us, inviting us to comein and have tea. He also broke off some pink rosesfrom a bush growing by his door, and presented themto us. The view from the mountain is grand. The descent was accomplished with more ease to themen, but less to us; for we had to brace ourselves inour chairs constantly, to keep from
Letters from the Far East . l temples and shrines along the way. Nearly at the summit, where our chair-bearersstopped, is a somewhat larger temple; and living herein seclusion we found a Buddhist priest. Shut awayfrom the world, he devotes his time to the worship ofBuddha. He was very kind to us, inviting us to comein and have tea. He also broke off some pink rosesfrom a bush growing by his door, and presented themto us. The view from the mountain is grand. The descent was accomplished with more ease to themen, but less to us; for we had to brace ourselves inour chairs constantly, to keep from being thrown for-ward, out of our chairs. Along the roadside, between the mountain and Can-ton, were crowds of beggars of every description, whoran along beside our rickshaws, holding out theirbaskets, and asking for money. One of these brought before us very clearly thescenes in the Bible and of the Great Physician. Theman was a leper. Most of his fingers were gone, andhe ran up to us crying as did the lepers of old, Have. Resting in Our Chairs on White Cloud Mountain
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