If the old cords are broken, what are the now strings capable' of so vociferous vibrations? Thirty years ago in the gorges of the upper Yangtze, a landslide created 4 new rapid, that held up shipping for some months. In the early autumn a houseboat was anchored at the foot of the now rapid awaiting Chinese ingenuity to subjugate the dragon. "Hundreds of boats and junks lined the shore, also waiting a solution of an awkward situa. tion.' After several days had dragged their weary length, an empty junk was observed one morning approaching the foot of the rapids. Thousands of captains, trackers, and by-standers watched as foot by foot the junk was drawn up by a small army of willing helpers. Finally the boat nosed its way over, the Inst boiling waterfall and rode upon the—smooth waters above. The occupants of the house-boat wanted to throw up their hats and yell. The great crowd of Chinese melted away without a sound. In the afternoon a second junk made its way to the base of the rapid. The crowd regathered. There was a difference, however. The morning crowd was glum. "It could be seen that all were doubtful of the experiment, In the afternoon hope beamed, and when the second boat shot into the quiet waters above, the vicinity rang out but fusilades of fire crackers, That was their way of express that, "Hope"
as poets say, springs up eternally in the human breast, military landslides have dammed up the political, the commercial,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.