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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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it—three hundred yards or so broad, and ten to fifteen feet
deep. Its sides were covered down to the water's edge with
forests, and at intervals, where the ground was flatter, were
patches of cultivation and a few farmhouses, or meadows
covered with flowers of every description—often with masses
of stately lilies, some specimens of which measured six inches
across, or with waving sheets of purple irises and columbines.
Then gliding noiselessly across the scene would come a raft
drifting quietly down the river, and sadly tempting us to do
the same, instead of laboriously plodding our way through the
forest up the stream.
But we were now approaching the Ever-White Mountain,
and the interest of getting there would, we well knew, repay
all our exertions. As we neared it, however, our difficulties
gradually increased. At Mao-erh-shan, on the Yalu, two
hundred and eighty miles from Mukden, where we had expected
to get all ordinary supplies, we found hardly anything. For a
day or two before reaching this place, we had been living upon
very short rations, and had been looking forward to getting a
good square meal of meat when we arrived there. But only
some uneatable pork was to be had, and we were obliged to
content ourselves, in the meat line, with an egg curry, made
of salted eggs six months old, and only eatable at all with the
aid of a very strong curry.
We now had to leave the valley of the Yalu and plunge into
the heart of the forest which surrounded the White Mountain.
Day after day we ascended the ridges which run down from
it—up one side of the ridge and down the other, then up again,
and so on unendingly. We never saw anything but the trunks
of the trees. Even from the summits of the ridges nothing
was to be seen; we were simply swamped in forest, and could
not see out of it. I know of nothing more depressing than this,
to struggle on, forcing a way for the mules through the under-
growth, and hauling and shoving them up the slopes and rocky
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