Their parents were covered with ragged garments that hardly held together.

Many wore over their shoulders rude grass cloths made from pine fibre that appear to be identical with the native petticoats worn by the women of New Guinea.
Leaving the poor upland behind us, we descended to a broad and fertile plain where the travelling was easy, and passed the night in a large Moslem inn in the town of Iangkai.
All next day we pursued our way through fertile fields flanked by pretty hills, which it was hard to realise were the peaks of mountains 10,000 to 11,000 feet above sea-level.

Before sundown we reached the prosperous market town of Yanglin, where I had a clean upstairs room in an excellent inn.

The wall of my bedroom was scrawled over in Chinese characters with what I was told were facetious remarks by Chinese tourists on the quality of the fare.
In the evening my mule was sick, Laohwan said, and a veterinary surgeon had to be sent for.

He came with unbecoming expedition.