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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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frozen over hard. The ice was more than a foot thick on it,
and we were able to trot our carts smoothly across a river three
hundred yards wide and twenty feet deep.
From Kirin we did not proceed direct to the coast, as we
were anxious to visit the head-quarters of the Roman Catholic
mission in North Manchuria, at a village named Hsiao Pa-
chia-tzu, about twenty miles from Kuan-cheng-tzu. On ap-
proaching this place, we saw from far away over the plain the
tower of a church—a remarkable innovation in a Manchurian
landscape. On our arrival we were cordially welcomed by
the two priests—Père Litot and Père Maviel—and introduced
to the bishop, a noble-looking, kindly gentleman, who had
lived for over thirty years in the country, and has since died
there. A noticeable feature in this mission was that the whole
village was Christian. The missionaries had begun by edu-
cating and training children as Christians. These had grown
into men, and had sent their children in their turn, and in the
course of time the whole village had become Christian. We
attended the service on Sunday, and were very much struck
by the really sincere and devout character of these converts.
Brought up from their childhood as Christians, and under the
kindly, genial influence of these good priests, the people of
this little village seemed like a different race from the cold,
hard Chinamen around them.
We could only stay one day, and the next we pushed on
to Mukden. The cold was now becoming intense. On
account of the heavy traffic on the road, we had to make
very early starts in the morning so as to secure places at
the inns in the evening. We rose at two or three every
morning, had a good plate of porridge and some tea, and
then started off. For the first hour or two it would, of
course, be dark. Snow covered the ground, and the ther-
mometer would read anything from zero to 14° Fahrenheit
below zero, which was the coldest we registered. But
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