This autumn has been a period of many dark days when troubles and terrors have frowned upon the people. Trade, for the most part, has been at a standstill and in many laces shops have been closed down. Fortunately for the people, the crops fof every description have been par excellence, The oldest inhabitant cannot remember when the corn economies of life. So long as the men and women of the soil are able to bring plenty of grist to the mill, in that measure, is the long arm of the freebooter shortened.
The Commandeered Coolies These days, one is constantly. meeting with groups of returning coolies. Some of them present a most sorry sight. The recent military regime has been harsh and callous. Many of these coolies are Jof the farmer class and were dragged from their quiet homesteads in the mountains of Fukien. They were literally driven at the point the bayonet and scarcely treated beasts of burden. When they were no longer needed, they were cast off with a beggarly pittance not sufficient to carry them a day Journey. "This is all I've got," sai one poor chap, as he held out an ipty rice bowl and chopsticks.
They told me to clear out, and beg my way home."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.