Over the next week we visited and toured about two dozen factories. Most were bad. Dark, dirty, with workers going through the motions, heads bowed, vacant looks in their eyes. Just outside Taichung, however, in the small town of Douliou, we found a factory that showed promise. It was called Feng Tay, and it was managed by a young man named C. H. Wong.

From the broomed witch's spume you are shielded by fern And flower of country sleep and the greenwood keep.

When the marriage act was mooted, Keith swore that he would revenge himself upon the bishops, by taking some acres of hind for a burying-ground, and underburying them all.

It is plain that natural science has developed more diachronic concern, more of the longer historical approach in its interests and repertory, in the last two centuries than in the two millennia before.