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Chop down the maple tree, to
create all things on earth.
Turn sawdust into fish roe,
wood chips into bees,
and in the heart of the tree foster butterflies,
while tree bark turn into moths,
tree knots into owls,
hooting throughout the night,
leaves turn into swallows,
to soaring hawks and falcons,
with only treetops left,
swaying brilliantly in the wind,
turning to a trailing bird,
embracing butterfly eggs.
I want to show you the scenery and inhabitants of Hong-Kong, but of either I have little to say. Its scenery is composed of barren rocks, deep ravines, and mountain-torrents, but presents few characters of a very picturesque description. Of its inhabitants none were seen but some poor and weather-beaten fishermen, spreading their nets, and drying the produce of their toils on the rocks which supported their miserable mud-huts. number of its population. Patches of rice, small plantations of yams, and a little buck-wheat, which are remnants of the old society. Annie, 1963