Blue waters and green and the Far East today . there, and this narrow strip of groundhas soaked the blood of thousands. You see we areback in the Middle Ages here. Piracy still month ago a band of them seized an English trampand looted her, but let the crew go. I have some pic-tures of there things that are very realistic. I mayhave the happy fortune to see one of these fact, if I were a big gun I should be sure to, for theViceroy is a kindly man, and will have a couple ofheads chopped off any time to gratify a distinguishedvisitor. Well, we watched the river-boats lig
Blue waters and green and the Far East today . there, and this narrow strip of groundhas soaked the blood of thousands. You see we areback in the Middle Ages here. Piracy still month ago a band of them seized an English trampand looted her, but let the crew go. I have some pic-tures of there things that are very realistic. I mayhave the happy fortune to see one of these fact, if I were a big gun I should be sure to, for theViceroy is a kindly man, and will have a couple ofheads chopped off any time to gratify a distinguishedvisitor. Well, we watched the river-boats light up withStandard Oil kerosene, in lamps made in the U. S. A.,and half the night they chattered and made it hideouswith guttural noises. [149] THE FAR EAST TODAY. My dinner tasted of Canton. It took me two daysto get rid of the taste of those smells. They hadsoaked clear into me, and not till I reached the kindlyshelter of the Boa Vista at Macao did I really relishmy meals. We will go there next. [150] DO ramz n w MCO nwz -) o i) g>o>o. MACAO. Gem of the Orient earth and open sea,Macao, that in thy lap and on thy breastHast gathered beauties all the loveliest,Which the sun shines on in majesty. The very clouds that top each mountains crestSeem to repose there full of grace the green Cathayan treeBends to the breeze; and now thy sands are prest With gentlest waves that ever and anonBreak their awakened furios on thy these the scenes that poet looked uponWhose life, though known to fame, knew miserymore? How many people know where Macao is? I hadheard the name vaguely. I knew that it was some-where in the East, and that Camoens wrote there theLusiad, the only great poem by a Portuguese. Assoon as I left San Francisco and began to get ac-quainted on the ship, I heard of Macao. Dontfail to go to Macao. Why? Because it is thegambling-hell of the East, the unique gambling es-tablishment of the world. That was all—just the gambling. No one who men-tion
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