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Title: A'Chu and other stories
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Anderson, Emma Maria (Thompson), Mrs., 1865- (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Takoma Park, Washington, D.C., Review & Herald publishing assn.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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r itself,while he waited here to make sure that the youngman should find us. During that time they hadmet every train from the south, and searched for usamong the passengers. They seemed quite as pleasedto meet us as we were to find them. Eight oclock the next morning found us again onour way. This time the helper insisted on lookingafter the goods. He chose to ride with them in thefreight car. We made fewer stops and better timethis second day over the level country. By themiddle of the afternoon we reached Shi-ping, the sta-tion where we were to leave the train, and our goodsand boxes were unloaded onto the platform of alittle gray brick depot exactly like those we had oftenseen at small stations in our home country. UNFORESEEN DIFFICULTIES Now that we had been landed, the railroad com-pany evidently had finished with us. The agent shutthe depot door and locked it. Before we realizedwhat was happening, he had jumped onto a mule cartand was being driven away toward the village, leav-
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By Steamship and Rail 63 ing us on the open platform in the midst of our bag-gage and freight. Our young Chinese was a trusty friend, of thatwe felt sure, but how much he could do things wedid not know. We tried to talk to him, but he didnot understand us. He tried to talk to us, but wedid not understand him. He came close to my hus-bands ear and talked louder, and yet we did notunderstand. My husband pointed to the luggage, andwhirling his hand round and round as cart wheels go,motioned rapidly across the plain in the direction ofthe mission. He laid his head in his hand, meaningthat we must hasten to get to the mission to sleep. The boy was bright, and he understood, but shookhis head. Pointing toward the village, he put hishand under his head — we must sleep there that night. Knowing that next day would be the beginning ofthe Chinese New Year feast, we feared we shouldnot be able to hire carts and drivers for the trip.Pointing to the hour on the dial of his watch, myhusband marke

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