Certainly, the outlook reveals chances of catastrophes--the price
of raw rubber has fallen perilously near to the lowest margin at
which Brazil can compete with the plantation product, but Brazil is
making some strenuous efforts to reduce the cost price of obtaining
forest supplies; on the other hand, disease is threatening the trees
on the Eastern plantations, but it has been scientifically treated
from the outset of its appearance, and no trouble and expense are
being spared to combat it. Still, whilst we do not shut our eyes
to the possibilities of disaster, we seem to see bright prospects
predominating, and to such an extent that we should not be surprised to
find ourselves, at no very distant date, experiencing another though
milder Rubber Boom.
CHAPTER XV
MAKING A RUBBER PLANTATION
We have come out to the East, to see for ourselves how rubber is
cultivated. And we have chosen to spend most of our little remaining
time together in the Malay Peninsula, since this is the country where
the largest area of land has been given over to rubber-trees, where
many of the finest plantations are situated, and where advanced methods
of cultivation and manufacture are most generally practised.
Our surroundings are very Oriental, yet there are many signs that
Western civilization is playing an important part in the life of this
country. When our ship dropped anchor in the harbour at Singapore,
we imagined that by some mistake we had been brought to a Chinese
port, instead of to our proper destination in the British Straits
Settlements. The quay was packed with Chinamen, or “boys,” as they are
all called when they belong to the working class, no matter whether
their age is six or sixty. When our luggage had been seized by as
many of the pig-tailed brigade as could manage to secure any one of
our belongings, when we and our traps had been taken possession of
by Chinese rickshaw coolies, and at last we were on the move again
each of us being jog-trotted along in a sort of invalid chair with a
picturesque, yellow-skinned ragamuffin in the shafts, we were even more
sure that we were in China, and the impression became stronger still as
we passed through street after street thronged with Chinese men, women,
and children, and lined with shops displaying Chinese wares, Chinese
signs over and around the doors, and Chinese lanterns for every-night
illuminations. Presently, as we emerged into a broad thoroughfare, we
found ourselves in totally different surroundings. The fine public
buildings, houses, shops, and hotels looked distinctly Western; several
times a minute trams and motors threatened to run down our rickshaws;
we saw many English faces, heard English being spoken freely, and
noticed that shops and hoardings gave us a great deal of information
in the English language. But now we were thoroughly puzzled as to the
nationality of Singapore. The crowd in the streets was cosmopolitan,
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