Mokanshan, Sept. 5.
We are tied to the top of the mountain by typhoon, we alone permanent, it would seem, where all else is fluid and whirling, With the end of Mokanshan's season in view, many have already escaped to their homes, and a week ago chairs were being ordered several days ahead. But for the past three days scarcely a traveller has ventured to leave. So terrific is the wind that even the strong, clever-footed _chair-coolies of these mountains would hardly stand against it, and the wide water-ways to Konzenchiao have become a raging sea.
Siccawei's 48-hours old report says that the typhoon's present direction, if not changed, "threa~ tens the coast between Wenchow and Ningpo"—with Mokanshan well in the line of fire. It seems to have Sey nitta the wind began O6 vie, of. there all right. During Thurs-with an angry voice, and sharp sends of rain bursting like shot upon the windows. On Friday morning the sun was still intermittently visible among heavy clouds that crowded' and piled upon one another ever faster and faster. Then the long banks of white mist swept up from the plains towards Hangchow, blotting out every prospect, and the house was shivering under the tempest's violence.
Tae Watt or Misr.
This mist is one of the most curious features of typhoon weather on the mountain. No doubt there is some siuiple explanation, the hot air of sea and plain condensing as it strikes the colder heights. But to those who are accustomed to fogs which wind dispels, it' re. mains something monstrous and abnormal that, the higher the wind, the more thickly this white curtain shuts us off from all the world, even from our nearest neighbours. Only now and again comes a blast 80 terrific that it would-seem as if the air had not time to condense in its prodigious hurry, and the enrtain is torn back for a second or two, allowing a glimpse of drenched mountains, haggard houses and madly tossing trees.
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