Category: Travel Writing

Newfoundland to Cochin China By the Golden Wave, New Nippon, and the Forbidden City

Land in sight when I awake at 5 a.m., a grey streak across the oval of the port. With what intense satisfaction we gaze on the line of barren rock, which has a suspicion of green horizon on the summit of the grey cliffs, only those can picture who have been at sea for some time.

Chapters

14. CHAPTER XII.

When shall we be at Cape St. Jacques? Shall we lose the tide? This is the question which one asks of the other on board. And by 6 a.m. we find ourselves at rest, waiting outside...

7. CHAPTER V.

On Wednesday, September 9th, 1891, we embarked on board the Pacific s.s. _Empress of Japan_. We congratulate ourselves upon having a roomy cabin exactly amidships on the main de...

8. CHAPTER VI.

We were up early to get a glimpse of the Mikado as he passes to open some new barracks. His route is lined with policemen, pigmy but efficient guardians of the peace, with their...

9. CHAPTER VII.

Kioto is the western metropolis of Japan, and was the only capital from 793 until twenty years ago, when the present Mikado re-established his supremacy over the Shoguns, and se...

6. CHAPTER IV.

Since our arrival at Calgary we have been manœuvring to see by what means we could escape the start at 2 o'clock in the morning. As the C.P.R. has only one train westward each d...

10. CHAPTER VIII.

The turbid orange-coloured waters of the great Yangtze are around us--"the river of the golden sands," far too poetical a name for the muddy waters, that with a strong current s...

5. CHAPTER III.

The C.P.R., with its 2990 miles of railway, is the iron girdle that binds Canada together from the Atlantic to the Pacific Oceans. She gives cohesion to this conglomerate whole,...

12. CHAPTER X.

We find ourselves on a straight, dusty road, with a gateway at the end. It was through that gateway, and down this same road, that the British troops passed, when in 1860 they m...

11. CHAPTER IX.

A curious difficulty arises in The Celestial City. It is that of locomotion. How are we to get about with no carriages, and only those abominable agonizing carts to drive in? We...

3. CHAPTER I.

Land in sight when I awake at 5 a.m., a grey streak across the oval of the port. With what intense satisfaction we gaze on the line of barren rock, which has a suspicion of gree...

4. CHAPTER II.

A long railway journey. The light streaming into the berth of a sleeper of the Intercolonial Railway awakes me, and a few minutes afterwards I emerge from between the curtains,...

13. CHAPTER XI.

We left Peking at dawn. Through the silent streets of the Tartar City we drove, passing for the last time through the Gate of Sublime Learning on to the sandy waste outside, jol...

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2. CHAPTER XII.

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