The legend of the boro dates back many centuries, School children know Wt off by heart and speak of a cer~ tain official who was unjustly put away. His dying wish was that his body should be sewn into the skin of a fish, and then flung back into the river,' At each tide, he 1s supposed fo return, sitting in' his funeral car drawn by while horses riding in the midst of the tidal wave, In later years, a temple was built to appease him "with sacrifices. The Chinese 8 of the tide rising up with of silver and billows of Farmers are crying out for rain, Autumn thas come in with a rather Jong unbroken spell of dry weather and a few good showers would work. wonders in the fields. Countryfotle complain that present day officials fare callous to their needs, They. never tire in quoting the saying, "rain followed his carriage," referring, toa good ruler who prayed on behalf of the people for the refreshing showers, "But, on the whole, reports 0 to show that the sun has Kissed the fields with w plentiful produetiveness and glowing harvests, It is magnificent sight to watch the suecessive breezes move across wide stretches of golden grain,
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