. A Yankee on the Yangtze : being a narrative of a journey from Shanghai through the central kingdom to Burma. se,Faithful words offend the ear, but reform the conduct. —Domestic Analects. CHAPTER XIX. A WIERD PROCESSION—A WEDDING REPAST—AN ANCIENT FESTIVAL—THE VALLEY OF THESHADOW—THE MONSTER OF THE SALWEENRIVER—COOLIE SUPERSTITIONS—AN UNGRATE-FUL PATIENT. cock-crowing on March fifth,we left the inn and incense,but no insolence, of Pingpowith lanterns, flaming torchesand four guards. The arrangement of the caravanwas on this wise. First ahero, then a local torch-manBridge with Demon Trap. carr
. A Yankee on the Yangtze : being a narrative of a journey from Shanghai through the central kingdom to Burma. se,Faithful words offend the ear, but reform the conduct. —Domestic Analects. CHAPTER XIX. A WIERD PROCESSION—A WEDDING REPAST—AN ANCIENT FESTIVAL—THE VALLEY OF THESHADOW—THE MONSTER OF THE SALWEENRIVER—COOLIE SUPERSTITIONS—AN UNGRATE-FUL PATIENT. cock-crowing on March fifth,we left the inn and incense,but no insolence, of Pingpowith lanterns, flaming torchesand four guards. The arrangement of the caravanwas on this wise. First ahero, then a local torch-manBridge with Demon Trap. carrying the split bamboo affair making great light and flame, after him mymountain chair borne by four sturdy fellows, then theinterpreters chair, also borne by four, then a torch-manwho, in turn, was followed by the secretarys octopedvehicle with torch-man. Then followed more heroes,the long line of coolies carrying luggage and chow,the boss coolies and a single hero. At my side marched animble soldier with the repeating rifle on his had orders to keep within ten feet of me all the. A STRANGE PROCESSION 255 time. Amidst the barking of dogs, the processionslowly went up the deserted street between two rowsof thatched mud huts, filed out of the west end, andat once began the ascent of the steep mountain. Thelight of the flambeaux flung weird, ghostly shapesinto the dark ravine. The effect was heightenedwhen the mischievous torchman set the long grass afireand the gloomy mountains were reddened with anuncertain light to the sky line. In the dense darknessahead, the noise of a waterfall told us we were far fromthe summit. A good road zig-zagged upward. Pavedwith stone and guarded by a balustrade of thesame material split and set on edge, the path gave noanxiety, but some exertion. In several places theroad lay high on single arch stone bridges, spanningmountain torrents far below. Near one of thesepicturesque bridges were stone tablets standing per-pendicula
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