During the day we had passed most attractive newly-built houses in lath
and plaster. They had small oval windows in the gable ends with simple
but effective designs in them. The contrast was very striking with
the other villages in this district, where the inhabitants wore the
filthiest-looking rags I have ever seen, and had a most degraded look.
At the entrance to every village is at least one little shrine, which
generally has a god and goddess sitting side by side in it; but in this
neighbourhood we noticed a good many shrines without images. They had
inscriptions instead, such as “The only true God, from ancient to present
times.” They looked very neglected as a rule, and hardly ever did we see
a newly-erected one.
Our next inn at Ch’a Tsang had a highly decorated wall about eighteen
feet high, facing the chief guest-rooms. There was a large parti-coloured
mosaic made out of broken crockery at the top, below which were two hares
rampant in stucco, supporting a shield between them; they were flanked
by ornamental plants in pots. It was interesting to find so elaborate a
decoration in so humble an inn, but that is one of the charming surprises
on the road, even in the by-ways of China.
Ta-ting was our next important stopping-place, as word had been sent to
the mission there, requesting them to summon as many tribes-people as
possible to meet us. It is the centre of work among them, and there is a
flourishing boys’ school and also a training school for evangelists. The
whole school had turned out in our honour, and made a gay show on the
hill-side, waving boughs of crimson rhododendrons, which contrasted with
their bright blue gowns. They had come by a winding road two or three
miles outside the city wall, headed by one of the ladies on horseback:
the welcome was as picturesque as it was cordial, and they had learned an
English greeting for us, which they gave in great style, as soon as we
got out of our chairs. Then they turned back, and we brought up the rear
of their procession in single file, passing through a fine gateway before
we reached the entrance to the city.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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