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[[underline]] Chinamen, taking a walk carrying a bird cage along. [[\underline]]  Saw [[underline]] funeral procession [[\underline]] gayly decorated [[underline]] palaquines, [[\underline]] their [[underline]] grotesque shrill colored [[?mannitens]] [[\underline]] full size, are glaringly dressed.
Sometimes looks to me like a [[underline]] lunatic asylum, [[\underline]] sometimes like [[underline]] Dantes Inferno. [[\underline]]  Then again I see these toiling sweating stupid looking men and women smile and laugh as [[underline]] if they enjoyed their life more than some of my rich friends, men [[\underline]] and women.  Happiness after all is relative!
[[underline]] March 9. [[\underline]]  Went to [[underline]] U.S Consul's office, no cables. [[\underline]]  Met [[underline]] Schotchmer there, [[\underline]] took me to lunch to his house, pleasant lunch pleasant chat and excellent Portugese Portwine brought
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from Macao.  He lent me the excellent [[underline]] launch [[\underline]] and [[underline]] crew of Texas Oil Co to go to Canton Christian College [[\underline]] about 4-5 miles further up the river.  A grand sight.  Many large Junks at anchor.  Salt fleet, also some rusty looking small steamers camouflaged green which constitute [[underline]] South China Navy. [[\underline]] Their high pooped large [[underline]] Chinese Junk - passenger steamers, [[\underline]] either towed by tugboats.  Awkward, old and ugly, crowded with Chinese passengers.  Some are self propelled by an old engine, others are propelled by [[underline]] stern paddle wheels, the motive power [[\underline]] being [[underline]] provided by a dozen or more coolies who keep treading a set of thread [[\underline]] wheels, geared to the paddles