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pieces. A gentleman who arrived there in 1859, had to send his clothes to Shanghai to 

 be washed a journey of 1,600 miles ! Since the great influx of foreigners, however, 

 plenty of Niphons have turned laundrymen. 



Their tea-gardens, like those of the Chinese, are often large and extremely ornamental, 

 and at them one obtains a cup of genuine tea made before your eyes for one-third of 

 a halfpenny.* 



The great attraction, in a landscape point of view, outside Yokohama, is the grand 

 Fusiyama Mountain, an extinct volcano, the great object of reverence and pride in the 

 Japanese heart, and which in native drawings and carvings is incessantly represented. 

 A giant, 14,000 feet high, it towers grandly to the clouds, snow-capped and streaked. 

 It is deemed a holy and worthy deed to climb to its summit, and to pray in the 

 numerous temples that adorn its sides. Thousands of pilgrims visit it annually. And 

 now let us make a northward voyage. 



CHAPTER IX. 

 ROUND THE WORLD ON A MAN-OF-WAR (continued}. 



NORTHWARD AND SOUTHWARD THE AUSTRALIAN STATION. 



The Port of Peter and Paul Wonderful Colouring of Kamchatka Hills Grand Volcanoes The Fight at Petropaulovski 

 A Contrast An International Pic-nic A Double Wedding Bering's Voyages Kamchatka worthy of Further 

 Exploration Plover Bay Tchuktchi Natives Whaling A Terrible Gale A Novel " Smoke-stack "Southward 

 again The Liverpool of the East Singapore, a Paradise New Harbour Wharves and Shipping Cruelties of the 

 Coolie Trade Junks and Prahus The Kling-gharry Drivers The Durian and its Devotees Australia Its Discovery 

 Botany Bay and the Convicts The First Gold Port Jackson -Beauty of Sydney Port Philip and Melbourne. 



MANY English men-of-war have visited the interesting peninsula of Kamchatka, all included 

 in the China station. How well the writer remembers the first time he visited Petropaulovski, 

 the port of Peter and Paul ! Entering first one of the noblest bays in the whole world 

 glorious Avatcha Bay and steaming a short distance, the entrance to a capital harbour dis- 

 closed itself. In half an hour the vessel was inside a landlocked harbour, with a sand-spit 

 protecting it from all fear of gales or sudden squalls. Behind was a highly-coloured little 

 town, red roofs, yellow walls, and a church with burnished turrets. The hills around were 

 autumnly frost-coloured ; but not all the ideas the expression will convey to an artist could 

 conjure up the reality. Indian yellow merging through tints of gamboge, yellow, and 

 brown ochre to sombre brown ; madder lake, brown madder, Indian red to Roman sepia ; 

 greys, bright and dull greens indefinable, and utterly indescribable, formed a melange of 

 colour which defied description whether by brush or pen. It was delightful; but it was 

 puzzling. King Frost had completed at night that which autumn had done by day. 

 Then behind rose the grand mountain of Koriatski, one of a series of great volcanoes. 



* For further details concerning this most interesting people, vide Dr. Robert Brown's "Races of Mankind." 



