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Rh, before a Chinaman snatched his parasol from him, and flew off like a bird. Thank Heaven, Callery is a good runner, and darted off after the thief; but the latter had the start, and disappeared before my friend could come up with him. This comical scene set me off laughing furiously, and I was still so engaged when Callery came back to me. I must mention that he was in a very bad humour, but that could not calm my hilarity. We continued on our road, he cursing, and I laughing. We had not proceeded ten paces before I felt my hat fly off. I turned round suddenly and saw the Chinaman, who was running away with it, take the same road as Callery's robber had done. I did not pursue him; not I! I stood still, so as to laugh at leisure, and admire the blackguard's velocity. In this way we returned to Callery's, he without his parasol, and I without my hat.

After the incident of the handkerchief we at last stopped. Callery gave two or three small coins to his poor devil of a thief to console him for having made a failure, and we entered a shop. While my friend was talking to the proprietor, I stationed myself at the door to watch the interminable procession, which traverses incessantly the streets of Canton, as it filed passedpast [sic] me. The passengers were little citizens, wearing the long blue robe, the violet camail, and the black silk cap; members of the lower classes, dressed in blue nankeen; beggars