. Inglenook, The (1911) . o our village with the word that the wildhogs were eating up his potatoes, and hei wanted us to come out to his place andi shoot them for him. This man was afriend of old Dr. Atwood, one of the first^missionaries who ever worked in ourprovince. The doctor had supplied him withrJsome seed potatoes from America, and his entire living depended upon his potatocrop, which he hauled to the cities eachfall and sold to the missionaries. He came with the story that an old moth-er hog and a litter of eight pigs, each weigh-ing about a hundred pounds, were coming tohis patch eac
. Inglenook, The (1911) . o our village with the word that the wildhogs were eating up his potatoes, and hei wanted us to come out to his place andi shoot them for him. This man was afriend of old Dr. Atwood, one of the first^missionaries who ever worked in ourprovince. The doctor had supplied him withrJsome seed potatoes from America, and his entire living depended upon his potatocrop, which he hauled to the cities eachfall and sold to the missionaries. He came with the story that an old moth-er hog and a litter of eight pigs, each weigh-ing about a hundred pounds, were coming tohis patch each evening and not only eatingwhat they wanted, but also doing a lot ofdamage by rooting out potatoes and leav-ing them lie, so he begged Mr. Corbin andme to come and shoot them for him. At this time we were living in a smallvillage in the edge of the mountains. Wewent there on account of my health, whichat that time had improved so that I wasbeginning to get around again, and we de-cided that a trip to the mountains for a. Mountain Village, China. day or two was the kind of a tonic I wasmost in need of. So on the following Tuesday Mr. Corbinand I hired two burros or donkeys andloading upon these our bedding, along withour guns and ammunition, we started aboutnine oclock for the mountain village. Put-ting our packs on the donkeys and thenclimbing on top of the load, we began ourclimb of perhaps 10,000 feet to the top ofthe mountain pass. Our road followed a dry creek bed andwas very rough on account of the manyloose stones lying everywhere, among whichthe burros must pick their way. Thuswe travelled upwards for several hoursthrough a deep gorge cut out of the solidrock, the sides of which showed strata ofrock of almost every color; here and therea stunted pine tree crept out of a crevicein the rock, and among these pines wesaw many golden pheasants, a very beauti-ful bird with a long, flowing tail, sometimestwo feet in length. I shot several pheasantswith my little twenty-two ca
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