And thus it is that an old naval Jong boat, resting in a corner of the Cathedral compound, on one end, where the walls of' the old Deanery join the high wall bounding the enclosure, is once more brought to light, and is of interest. The boat has stood in that position now for over 12 years; leaves and dirt have silted into it; the dust of the city is on it; and, knowing nothing, passers-by have seen but never no-to HALS, Iron Duke, H.M.S. Alba stoss, HALS. Mosquito, or any of those ships at Shanghai, then, and tone can imagine it on a summer day bobbing across the water, rowced by the sailors, no pinnaces and launches being available. The pas
wooden steps and cross the strip of the tle jetties with mark at one of
mad flat whereon upturned sampans, and mall railing craft of every kind were lying while the Chinese carpenters busied themselves. wi their repair. Past the sheds of these workers the passenger would find the Bund, or Yangtszepoo Road, probably practically empty save for few coolies with their ricshas, and maybe a carriage or so. But not a sign woul there be of the vast surge of traffic that now huries along.
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