Now for a short run through the City—on the left, the barred door or the Canton Hospital,—then the banners of the headquarters of many of the Labour Guilds—on through streets crowded, smelly, nosy, and in all stages -of dis-and "under-repair." Change ere, and on again to Tung Here, on the left is the N:
'Assembly—where al: the' de Ground still covered with bamboo platforms from which a few hours previously, speakers have been addressing crowds of people on the occasion of the commemoration of the death of Lou Chung-hoi, We still see the banners with the inscription "Support the—Canton-Hongkong strike and oppose Imperialism to the end." Next to the Parade Ground is M. Borodin's residence.
Then further along on the left, the sad old Kung Yee Hospital.
And s0 the day passes. Canton calm and peaceful, the streets filled with people going about their business. Here and there are soldiers, an occasional picket, groups' of strikers and their families being fed at Government expense—a_ sad lack of thrills. But wait! Evening is falling. Let us spend the night on board our steamer. Remember, it is a Eritish boat, travelling to and from Hongkong and therefore boycotted. And yet, do you remember that soon as the boat tied up to the buoy on its arrival in the afternoon, a sampan was alongside—two ns—laden with fowls which were idly. transferred, squawking, to crates and passed on board. Occasionally one had ity ardour camped by fluttering into the waters of the river! "Fowls! and ne pickets interfered!
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