Nathan Sites; an epic of the East . an earnest exhortation to an interestedaudience. As we pushed on, the scenery became inspiringand we made the hills and rocks echo with familiarsongs. That night we slept in a wayside inn, allundisturbed save by the music of the wild watersin the little river, a hundred feet below our win-dow. The ceaseless tumbling and roaring of thewater was a constant lullaby. The road we then were traveling is a greatthoroughfare from the Min to inland cities. Itis four or five feet wide, laid with stone all theway. It mounts the ridges with well-made stonesteps. Wheel t
Nathan Sites; an epic of the East . an earnest exhortation to an interestedaudience. As we pushed on, the scenery became inspiringand we made the hills and rocks echo with familiarsongs. That night we slept in a wayside inn, allundisturbed save by the music of the wild watersin the little river, a hundred feet below our win-dow. The ceaseless tumbling and roaring of thewater was a constant lullaby. The road we then were traveling is a greatthoroughfare from the Min to inland cities. Itis four or five feet wide, laid with stone all theway. It mounts the ridges with well-made stonesteps. Wheel traffic would be impossible on sucha road. There are no horses, of course; as forthe water-buffalo, it is used only in mill andplough; so the merchandise which keeps the roadbusy is all slung from springy bamboo poles onthe shoulders of men and women. Here the road crosses a beautiful bridge ofstone, a single arch forming nearly a perfectcircle. Yonder a wooden bridge, the finest I haveseen in China, spans the Oldfield Eiver. It is.
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