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 eosated down sll the way from Tien-tein, 2 600 miles trom here, aud within a single day’s journey of the capitsl of Chins. They make but one round trip a year, coming dewo with the favoring monreotn duzing the winter months, and returning the following summer, when tue winds blow steadily from the South. For these huge, unwieldy craft to beat up against a head wind would be quite impos- ible. Oathe ona nearest I count twelve jarge old-fashioned iron cannon, which I tuspees are more for show than service against the piratical Malays, who despite all the watchfulness of the Kuglish cruisers, will occasionally eeoop up a Junk, rob and twutder all on board, then sink the vessel and dedgs back into some inlet or sheltered cove along the const. These pirates uow rarely attack Hurepean craft, but lie in wait fer the more defenceleg; Chinese, against whom they neurish a most bitter hatred. Q2 our steamers the sailors sre Malsys, sod the cabin servants and firemen Uhinese. The traditioral ill-will between the two rsacas soraetimes breaks out in a fight tn which knives are freely used. But the contrel of the English cflicers, backed by their revolvere, is evpremo over a!l these sermi-savages.

Nattwo months ago there came floating with the tide into the hatbor of Penang thirty Chinamen all ereesed by Malay pi- rates. An Eaglish gunboat started at once in pursuit, cvertook the pirates before they could reach the shelter of the const, and sent toeir craft with all on board to the hottom.

Amorg the flags of every nation I notice over one large ship the “‘Stars and Stripes”’— the hendsomest flig in the world. In going ashore we pass cloxe under her stern and I read the name “Columbia of New York.” Phe ssiloys are boisting in packages of nut- megs, pimento and other spices, and I catch a few notes of an air that sounde like “Old John Brown,” My companions in the boat are all Englishmen, snd cannot understand the memories suggested by the juspiring refrain, “Glory, Glory, Hallelojah.” I want to go on gkeve and shake hands with a genuine Yankee who believes that “* hia soul is marching on.”

We land at the governmezt pier snd are beset by venders of fruit sand rough sticks to be made into canes. There are two kinds, bath a specisity hera, the “Mslac ca joints,” very light and tcugh from which all our expensivé canes and whip stalks are made,