The face of China, travels in East, North, Central and Western China; with some account of the new schools, universities, missions, and the old religious sacred places of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism . rt at our usual hour, ; butwe waited for a long time in vain. A few cooliescame and fussed round the luggage, but while theothers were being brought they disappeared, so thatwe began to fear we should never do our stage. Agreat deal of scolding and losing of ones temper (nosimulation in the present case, though that is oftennecessary in China in order to make the coolies start)had to
The face of China, travels in East, North, Central and Western China; with some account of the new schools, universities, missions, and the old religious sacred places of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism . rt at our usual hour, ; butwe waited for a long time in vain. A few cooliescame and fussed round the luggage, but while theothers were being brought they disappeared, so thatwe began to fear we should never do our stage. Agreat deal of scolding and losing of ones temper (nosimulation in the present case, though that is oftennecessary in China in order to make the coolies start)had to be gone through before we started. At last wegot off at 8 oclock, with the understanding that thecoolies were to get us as far as Wan Yen Sz that day,for we had been told that we must be sure to go tothat place and stop at a comfortable monastery. Thereare seventy monasteries on the mountain ; some ofthem very large, but others small and ill-kept. Assoon as we left the plain the scenery became moreand more beautiful. At the foot of it magnificentbanyans and groups of sacred cedars formed a fine con-trast to the slender trunks of the other trees. Thenwe came to a charming crystal stream, shaded by 186. MOUNT OMI BRIDGE ch. xvii Mount Omi arching bamboos. The path was so narrow thatwhenever we met any one, they had to stride acrossthe stream to let us pass, or they would scuttle away(if they were women) to some spot where there wasroom to stand, for the chair-bearers never pause orgive way to other passengers ; they simply ignore theirbeing there and walk straight into them. Maiden-hair and every kind of lovely fern was reflected in thegreen water. As we went up the valley the path ledperilously round lofty rocks ; once my chair stuck fast,unable to be moved either way, with the horrible pre-cipice yawning below. My bearers yelled (from anger,not fear, I think), and one of the soldiers happily cameto the rescue, for I cannot think what would havehappened otherwise. Another time o
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