Mr, Ting also heard the roar of aeroplane engines overhead on the upward journey to Wusih, where he was to visit his mother. The train had passed Sungkiang, with its battered station buildings and its makeshift railway bridge to replace that which was destroyed by Japanese bombs several weeks ago. Suddenly three planes started circling overhead, and the passengers hurriedly left the train for the nearest shelter. Most of them had to be content with huddling together at the side of the railway track. After waiting breathlessly for a quarter of an hour or so, during which the planes continued to circle around, the passengers returned to the train, which reached Wusih safely ^I don't fancy a train journey these days," said Mr. Ting, with a nervous shudder. "You never know when those planes might appear overhead. and start bombing the railway." And then there is always the question of the elusive station master, who adds to the embarrassment of nerve-wracked passengers spending anxious hours listening to the whirl of propellers, and the explosion of Japanese bombs
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