Across the clattering crystal of the gushing torrent a rustic bridge
was flung, the merest makeshift, three feet in width, with a flooring
of earth and bush, which bent and swayed upon slender poles, beneath
the slightest burden. Some streams were unbridged, and the diminutive
ponies splashed through them, gladly cooling their sweating flanks as
their drivers waded or carried one another to the distant bank. Wild
ferns, butterflies, and flowers revelled in these unkempt gardens. The
red dog-lily and purple iris glowed against the foliage of the shrubs and
bushes. Gigantic butterflies eclipsed the glories of the rainbow; their
gorgeous tints blending into harmony with the more subdued plumage of the
cranes and storks that floated lazily across the inundated spaces of the
paddy-fields. Other birds, with dove-grey, pink, or yellow breasts and
black pinions, fished in the streams with raucous cries. The most amazing
tints, recalling some of Turner’s later pictures, gladdened the eye in
these delightful valleys. In the depths of the valleys the mountain
torrents flowed more idly, and the stream meandered in a thousand
directions. Upon either bank, its volume was diverted to the needs of
some adjacent rice-field. In these paddy-patches green and tender shoots
were just sprouting above a few inches of clear water. Here and there,
fields of wheat bordered these water-soaked stretches; oats, corn,
barley, tobacco, cotton, beans and millet were scattered about the sides
and plains of the mountain valleys in a fashion which proclaimed the
fertility of the soil.
Everything throve, however, and the industry of the workers in the fields
was manifested at every turn of the road. Their ingenuity in making the
most of available land recalled the valleys which run down to the fiords
of Norway, where, as in Korea, patches of cultivated ground are visible
at the snow level. Here, in these beautiful valleys, perhaps a thousand
or fifteen hundred feet up the mountain side, acres of golden crops will
be growing in the warm and happy seclusion of some sheltered hollow.
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