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bamboo rafts which were familiar sights further up the 
river. They appear to be extensively used for the 
transport of the spirit, the jars containing it being stowed 
in a single row for nearly the whole length. 
I landed, but the conduct of the natives rendered it 
prudent for me to return on board as soon as possible. 
Chung-king is 230 li further down, and was reached 
at 2 p.m. the following day without anything occurring 
worthy of notice, except that one of the large huloes 
broke when the boat was in a dangerous place. Luckily 
no accident occurred, but there was no spare one on 
board as there always should be. 
I found Mr. Cockburn, the British Resident, still 
here, his successor, Mr. Fulford, having been wrecked 
on his passage up, and being now forced to return to 
Hankow and wait for the river to fall. 
Owing to the high, changeable and dangerous state 
of the river—it rose fifteen feet in one day during my 
enforced stay—I was not able to leave for some days, 
and while thus delayed, I was most kindly entertained, 
as on former occasions, by Mr. Cockburn, and I had 
also the pleasure of the society of several Europeans, 
Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, English missionaries, and Dr. and 
Mrs. Cameron. The Doctor had, some years ago, made 
a journey to Bhamo unaccompanied by any other Euro- 
pean. While I was here, two French missionaries came 
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