Treaty-port residents, on houseboat trips, sometimes ask—themselves, consciously or unconsciously: "I wonder what it feels like from the inside of things in China—in that over-crowded row-boat crossing the lake yonder, or in the cabin of that equally crowded little steam-launch which passed us just now And it happens that the writer (a former resident in Shanghai) has had s taste of both these experiences thrust upon him, under peculiar conditions, such as fall to the lot of few Englishmen in Chi-
Five hundred miles from Shanghai there ie a fairly large town, from which one is accustomed to take journeys inland now and then. One of these journeys is to an old city called (since the Revolution) Yanghsin (though marked on the maps by another name). This journey involves ten miles up a broad river, and twenty miles on nke—which possesses the peculiar. ity of having a serpentine "rive flowing through it, from end to
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