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Poor Mau's Horse: Home Troubles Missing, but Many Others Found From a Correspondent, Anlufu, Hupeh, Sept. 18.
"How do you travel about in your parts?" is one of the commonest questions asked of a country missionary, and those who know Hupeh get a bit of a shock when they, hear we use a: bicycle—not, however to be compared with the shocks they would receive if they took a spin on the Mission machine.
To the usual further query, "But isn't it dangerous? one is tempted to reply facetiously, "The answer is in the infirmary." To begin with, the roads are not made for cycling; in fact, I almost feel like turning that negative into a positive and any-ving they were made for not cycling, with the deliberate intention of making such a, method of progress impossible or, at any rate, decidedly risky.
A promising stretch of roadway suddenly dwindles into a deep -and narrow rut, or a pocket of loose sand, or else the path is in-erected by a drainage canal. As in flying, the great thing is to learn to land safely and gracefully. Rude remarks are made the passers-by, who merely and to each other as though they knew that was the correct way of getting off, or probably they put it all down to the long accepted fact of the foreigner's insanity. That is, of course, unless they happen to be. riding a quadruped, in -which case they are likely te bite the dust long. before you land,
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