Blue waters and green and the Far East today . lory she still clings to Macao withits romantic history, and makes of it a plague-spot,a snare and a pitfall for all the fools in the East. Itshould be the summer resort of this coast; with itsfine hotels, its splendid climate, its beauty and bloomand fragrance and charm, it should draw the best fromSingapore to Vladivostok, instead of which, it drawsthe worst. It preys upon all classes, sucks the bloodof the rickshaw cooly indifferently with that of therich and high-placed. It battens on vice and ruinsits votaries, yet sits in beauty and smiles a
Blue waters and green and the Far East today . lory she still clings to Macao withits romantic history, and makes of it a plague-spot,a snare and a pitfall for all the fools in the East. Itshould be the summer resort of this coast; with itsfine hotels, its splendid climate, its beauty and bloomand fragrance and charm, it should draw the best fromSingapore to Vladivostok, instead of which, it drawsthe worst. It preys upon all classes, sucks the bloodof the rickshaw cooly indifferently with that of therich and high-placed. It battens on vice and ruinsits votaries, yet sits in beauty and smiles across thesummer seas a true siren to lure men to disaster. Our time is up. The Nippon is loosening fromher buoy. Our Hong Kong friends are there to bid•us good-by and drink a stirrup-cup, and we are offonce more. The ship somehow seems lonely. AhWing, our dear, faithful Ah Wing, quit the ship atHong Kong, and we have a new cabin-boy, but wemiss that China boy sorely. The English Colonel hasgone southward to his fever-ridden camp in the[172]. MACAO. swamps of Rangoon. Dr. Strong and his wife havegone on their long trip on the Roon to Berlin, wherehe is a delegate to the great International Congress ofMedicine,—a worthy delegate, I assure you, for thatnew colony of Manila to send. The worst of this tripis the partings. We have made so many dear friendson the trip, made them only to lose them, to meetand part, friends we would like to live and die shall be glad, how glad, to see the old ones again,for after all they are best. We have reached the limitof our journey. From here we shall be moving to-ward home, a little nearer every day; it sounds good. [1731 SHANGHAI. This is the Paris of the Orient. It is the largestforeign settlement on the coast, the best built, hasthe best shops, and is the center of a vast trade. Itlies on the Whangpoo, a creek that flows into theYangste twelve miles below, and thirty miles fromthe ocean. I call the Whangpoo a creek, but it car-ries
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