Letters from the Far East . boo and pine, wondering what would happen if ourbearers should stumble; but we braced ourselves inour chairs as the men tripped down the steps at a livelypace, and reached the plains in safety. The sun was up by this time, high enough to be felt,as we emerged from the sheltering coolness of thewoods, and the rest of the way it was hot; but we madethe trip in good time, two hours and a quarter toSanjapoo. Here we took a little launch, and for four hourswere crowded into a small cabin. It was warm, butthere was a good breeze, and we reached Hangchowabout noon. Here it
Letters from the Far East . boo and pine, wondering what would happen if ourbearers should stumble; but we braced ourselves inour chairs as the men tripped down the steps at a livelypace, and reached the plains in safety. The sun was up by this time, high enough to be felt,as we emerged from the sheltering coolness of thewoods, and the rest of the way it was hot; but we madethe trip in good time, two hours and a quarter toSanjapoo. Here we took a little launch, and for four hourswere crowded into a small cabin. It was warm, butthere was a good breeze, and we reached Hangchowabout noon. Here it was hot indeed; but kind traveling com-panions did all in their power to make things easy forus, and we were soon on the train, bound for Shang-hai, which we reached about 7 p. m. We were cheered on looking out of the car window,when we drew into the station, to see the smiling faceof Mr. Sun, the porter from the Missionary Home,who was down to meet us, and proved himself, as hehad often done before, most kind and LETTERS FROM THE FAR EAST Jl As the sun had set, it was cooler; and though wefelt the heat, there was a good breeze stirring. Shanghai seemed almost like home; and the nextday brought us home mail and happiness; also themeeting with Mr. King of Canton, in Shanghai tomeet his wife, who was expected to arrive from Amer-ica in a few days. One evening we attended a band concert at thePublic Gardens, and found it comfortable, with a coolbreeze blowing; but the following day was blisteringhot, as even the residents of the city admitted; andfrom that time until we sailed for home, four weekslater, the weather was the worst of the whole summer. One evening we took a ride down Nanking was at the close of an unusually hot day, and thestreets were thronged with people. Most of them wereChinese, who were dressed in white. The buildings were lighted with electric lights, andsome of the larger ones handsomely illuminated, withrows of Chinese characters made with
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