My coolie showed well by contrast with the trackers; he was sleek and well fed.

A "chop dollar," as he would be termed down south, for his face was punched or chopped with the small-pox, he swung along the paved pathway and up and down the endless stone steps in a way that made me breathless to follow.

We passed a few straggling houses and wayside shrines and tombstones.

All the dogs in the district recognised that I was a stranger, and yelped consumedly, like the wolfish mongrels that they are.

From a hill we obtained a misty view of the City of Chungking, surrounded on two sides by river and covering a broad expanse of hill and highland.