The locomotive […] was quietly blowing off on one Ross pop valve, whilst the rhythmic clanging of the fireman's shovel, the black smoke pouring from her chimney, and the harsh sound of the blower told of the proximity of departure time.

During the eighteenth century Chinese immigrants continued to pour into the country, and soon Hakka and Fo-kienese villages sprang up all along the coast. On their arrival they were sent inland by the local authorities in search of suitable localities outside the territory already cleared by other pioneers. Large towns sprang up in course of time, like Tai-wan-fu with its 200,000 inhabitants, Ka-gi or Ka-i to the west of Mount Morrison, and Chang-hua a little north of lat. 24″, and, in the north, Teckcham, the local name for Hsin-chu, the populous town of Banka with 40,000 inhabitants, and Twa-tu-tia with 20,000 to 30,000.

I knew he was upset, but I didn't understand why.

It was the outshapen uptippening of a bad tide; but some folk are wont to forsend all deemstery of gleecraft as inwoning.