"Here we are" I said stepping out of the car, "Monchen Valley. surveyed the mountains with deep satisfaction then turned to find my íi companion, surrounded by the entire village while she selected two small boys to carry our picnic gear. The weather was perfect, the sun shan with the warmth of a summer day. "We decided to follow the course of the stream, in other words to walk pebbles in an effort to avoid falling dangerously over boulders rocks and
in; on either side the mountains towered above us. We had travelled 25 miles to Laoshan without seeing a single foreigner and now while I picked my way precariously along the stones a on the Opposite bank rose before me.
"Look!" I cried "there's a white man." My companion looked at me as one who would say "Is she bats?" or the equivalent in German. The Stranger regarded us. We said "Good morning." He bounded across and the following conversation took place very rapidly:
"German:
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