The charm of the Middle kingdom . CHAPTER XIII My dappled stallion carried me into theplains, then up to the verge of the hills whenceI had a glimpse of the jungle flowering awayto the south. I rode through smallpoxed vil-lages where all those not dead were which I mean that so long as there waslife it called for ceaseless activity. Therewas no laying it gradually down, as the suc-cessful man does in the Western world. Itwas work, work, work. Death was deliver-ance from work. No wonder these paganpeoples are stoical in the face of sorrow^! Thechildren ran about their games with scali
The charm of the Middle kingdom . CHAPTER XIII My dappled stallion carried me into theplains, then up to the verge of the hills whenceI had a glimpse of the jungle flowering awayto the south. I rode through smallpoxed vil-lages where all those not dead were which I mean that so long as there waslife it called for ceaseless activity. Therewas no laying it gradually down, as the suc-cessful man does in the Western world. Itwas work, work, work. Death was deliver-ance from work. No wonder these paganpeoples are stoical in the face of sorrow^! Thechildren ran about their games with scalingfaces. My pony shied at a corpse. In an-other moment I had passed through, not think-ing of danger, and only keen for the gloriesthat lay beyond. Titian should have known these hills. Theyare nearly mountains. I rode to the foot ofthem in the early glow of evening. The redsoil caught up light from incarnadined cloudsand burned an impassioned crimson. Peasantwomen, carrying bundles of hay, flared in 195 THE CHARM OF THE MIDDLE K
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