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THE NORMAL ADVANCE141Mv Summer in CfnnaBY F. M. LINDLEYT3EFORE telling of the summer I spent in
*-* China, I wish to say two things: I am not
nor have been a traveller, and, though Ive been
in China and one or two other countries, I did
not go under escort of the Cook Tourist Co.I happened to be in Yokohoma once, when a
Cook ship came in with some seven hundred
so-called tourists. I had been there two weeks,
and was bemoaning the fact that I had but four
more days in which to see the many things that
were yet unseen. How long do you suppose
the Cook party remained in this, their only stop
in Japan? Just forty-one hours. They were
there from eight oclock one morning till one
oclock the next night. And they left rejoic¬
ing, because when they made their trip around
the world, dont you know, they were in Japan.
Yes, they were there all right. One man I saw
was gathering material for a series of lectures
on Oriental countries, and I havent the slight¬
est doubt that he is giving those lectures today
to admiring audiences.But dont misunderstand me—I merely want
to insist that I wasnt a patron of Cook while in
China.My experience in China was not very exten¬
sive. I was never more than seventy miles in¬
land, and most of the time in the larger coast
cities. But in these places, there is the advan¬
tage, for this class, to see just how the China¬
man is being influenced by civilization.So Ill confine my paper to three cities—
namely, the English city Hong Kong, the Ger¬
man city Tsingtan, and the cosmopolitan city
Shanghai.Somehow, when I was considerably younger,
I aways felt about China as I did about fairy¬
land—some faraway, inaccessible country thatI should never see, though I never ceased hop¬
ing that some day I might have that good for¬
tune. And when, on that beautiful July night,
the rattling ships anchor was dropped oppo¬
site Hong Kong, and I looked from the ship to
the lighted city which is built on the side of a
small mountain, I thought that at last my
dreams were realized. But in the daylight, I
was somewhat disappointed with my first view
of the city. I expected it to be not unlike the
San Francisco Chinatown, only larger, full of
strange buildings, temples, etc., but I saw in¬
stead, a very modern, beautiful English city
with its fine churches, imposing buildings, and
all that makes any city in England what it is.
But if the city disappointed me on its first ap¬
pearance, I was agreeably surprised after my
first excursion about it, for the true Chinese ele¬
ment is there in many respects. And that is
what I wanted to see. Wherever I am, the most
interesting thing to me is the people. Scenery
and all that is all right, but to be perfectly
right, it must be a background for the people.
I like to poke around and look at the people—■
at what they are doing, and their manner of do¬
ing it. Will you go with me then, for a visit
to Hong Kong ?As we near the dock, we see hundreds of
ricksha men, fighting each other, almost, in an
effort to be nearest the dock. Their din is aw¬
ful, and wTe hardly know what to do. But there
is only one way to escape it, and that is to step
into one of these rickshas. Now a ricksha, or
a jinricksha, to be correct, is a little two-wheeled
carriage. A rubber-tired, nicely cushioned af¬
fair it is, built for one passenger, and drawn by
a man. Dont hesitate about getting in—every¬
body rides in them—and besides, you will not |
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