But we really came for something else." In a few brief sentences, he pictured the death in the shop .-- So, like winking! The beggar gave himself the iron, fell down, and made finish.

Now what I pieced out, from his own bukhing, and the merchant's, was this:-- "The dead man was one Au-yoeng, a cormorant-fisher.

Some of his best birds died, he had a long run of bad luck, and came near starving.

So he contrived, rather cleverly, to steal about a hundred catties of Fuh-kien hemp.

The owner, this merchant, went to the elders of Au-yoeng's neighborhood, who found and restored the hemp, nearly all.