Madame Caterna,
who had ventured on it, began to turn pale.
"Caroline, Caroline," said her husband, "you will be seasick! Pull
yourself together; pull yourself together!"
She "pulled herself together," and we went up towards a pagoda which
rises over the town.
Like all the monuments of this kind, the pagoda resembles a pile of
dessert dishes placed one on the other, but the dishes are of graceful
form, and if they are in Chinese porcelain it is not astonishing.
We get an outside view of a cannon foundry, a rifle factory, the
workmen being natives. Through a fine garden we reach the governor's
house, with a capricious assemblage of bridges, kiosks, fountains and
doors like vases. There are more pavilions and upturned roofs than
there are trees and shady walks. Then there are paths paved with
bricks, among them the remains of the base of the Great Wall.
It is ten minutes to ten when we return to the station, absolutely
tired out; for the walk has been a rough one, and almost suffocating,
for the heat is very great.
My first care is to look after the van with the millions. It is there
as usual behind the train under the Chinese guard.
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