MEANWHILE, Atlantic and Pacific had been enjoying themselves even unto
the verge of delirium. In the course of their wanderings they had come
upon a Chinaman bearing aloft a huge red silken banner crowned by a
badger’s tail. Everything young that had two legs was following him, and
they joined the noble army of followers. As they went on, other Chinamen
with other banners came from the side-alleys, and all at once the small
procession thus formed turned a corner and came upon the parent body, a
sight that fairly stunned them by its Oriental magnificence. It was the
four thousandth anniversary of the birth of Yeong Wo, had the children
realised it (and that may have been the reason that they awoke in a fever
of excitement)—Yeong Wo, statesman, philanthropist, philosopher, and
poet; and the great day had been chosen to dedicate the new temple and
install in it a new joss, and to exhibit a monster dragon just arrived
from China. The joss had been sitting in solemn state in his sanctum
sanctorum for a week, while the priests appeased him hourly with
plenteous libations of rice brandy, sacrifices of snow-white pigeons, and
offerings of varnished pork. Clouds of incense had regaled his expansive
mahogany nostrils, while his ears of ivory inlaid with gold and bronze
had been stimulated with the ceaseless clashing of gongs and wailings of
Chinese fiddles. Such homage and such worship would have touched a heart
of stone, and that of the joss was penetrable sandalwood; so as the days
of preparation wore away the smile on the teakwood lips of the idol
certainly became more propitious. This was greatly to the satisfaction
of the augurs and the high priest; for a mighty joss is not always in a
sunny humour on feast-days, and to parade a sulky god through the streets
is a very depressing ceremony, foretelling to the initiated a season of
dire misfortune. So his godship smiled and shook his plume of peacock
feathers benignantly on Yeong Wo’s birthday, and therefore the pageant in
which Atlantic and Pacific bore a part was more gorgeous than anything
that ever took place out of the Flowery Kingdom itself.
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