Fear-ridden Stretch of Water: Observers See Many Signs of Fighting or n Woosung Journey pleasantly from Shanghai to Te ferry boats take you Woosung—in peace: etui days. But the ferry-boats are idle. Kaochiao, that Brighton of Shi anghai in embryo, has to peer across an empty beach to the troubled Yangtze where ships in strange sort loiter, hustle, speed now this way now that with never a hint of joyousness about them.
Now that the Whangpoo, from the Customs Jetty to its junction with the Yangtze and beyond, is fri inged with dark-grey and black warcraft the journey for civilian travellers is tricky and mysterious.
The familiar stopping places are closed. It is doubtful whether you could land even on the Shanghai and
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