[…] the truck was lifted and the crumped mass freed from wheels and springs and rails and laid on a blanket on the cess-path […]
He straightway broke into bitter lamentations, such as I had never heard from him before, for he had always asserted that such wailing was for craven and lowhearted men.
He said ; the driver whirls his lengthful thong; The horses fly!
A Chinese sun above our heads, And Chinese waves below, And Chinese breezes all around, How Chinesely they blow!
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