Letters from the Far East . Holy Spirit. On June 4 we once more left Kinhwa, taking theboat for Hangchow. There was a good-sized partyof us, and we were en route for Mokanshan, to escapethe heat, of which we had already had a sample. Thistrip was one of the most uncomfortable we had inChina, owing largely to the numbers of fleas and otherunmentionable insects, which made the night hideousand sleep well nigh impossible; but we rememberedthat Even this shall pass away, and it did; for wefound ourselves once more at Hangchow, where wetook another boat for a nights ride on the canal, thefirst part
Letters from the Far East . Holy Spirit. On June 4 we once more left Kinhwa, taking theboat for Hangchow. There was a good-sized partyof us, and we were en route for Mokanshan, to escapethe heat, of which we had already had a sample. Thistrip was one of the most uncomfortable we had inChina, owing largely to the numbers of fleas and otherunmentionable insects, which made the night hideousand sleep well nigh impossible; but we rememberedthat Even this shall pass away, and it did; for wefound ourselves once more at Hangchow, where wetook another boat for a nights ride on the canal, thefirst part of the way being on the Grand Canal. Early in the morning we reached Sanjapoo, wherewe took chairs for Mokanshan. 68 LETTERS FROM THE FAR EAST It was a pretty ride, the first part of the way beingacross the plains, where we saw rice-fields and grovesof mulberry-trees; passed through several Chinesevillages and by little shrines for worship. We reached Mokanshan about noon, in the rain,and found ourselves above the LETTER NO. XVII THE next morning we looked out on a sea ofclouds below us, with here and there a mountainpeak visible above; but when the clouds cleared away,the scenery was wonderful. Some one has comparedMokanshan to Switzerland; and the former did notsuffer by the comparison. June being the rainy season, however, we had littleelse, for it rained almost incessantly. We thought wehad never seen so much rain in our lives before, unlessit was in Japan. Much of the time we lived above theclouds literally, if not in spirit. With July came the heat, and we wondered howthe people lived at all in the plains below, when it wasso withering even there on the mountain. There was a July Fourth celebration which nearlyeverybody attended. Mokanshan is the summer home of many of themissionaries, who have cottages there, and in this waytry to escape the prostrating heat. We therefore metmany of these charming people. For amusements they have fine tennis-courts and aswimmin
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