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WANDERINGS IN CHINA. 
Chap. VII. 
Having completed my arrangements in the house, 
I went out to call upon Mr. Morrison, interpreter to the 
British Consulate, who was very unwell, and had got as 
far as this place on his way to Hong-kong. The house 
in which he had taken up his quarters was only about 
two or three hundred yards from mine. As I was 
walking thither, some one came trudging behind me, 
and on looking round I discovered my old friend the 
mandarin at my heels. When I turned round he 
stopped for an instant, and, as I looked intently at him, 
he seemed inclined to pass on. I stopped him, and 
asked him, as politely as I could, where he was bound 
for. He said he was going to some place on the river- 
side, with which I was unacquainted. " Could you not 
go there to-morrow?" said I ; "pray do, for I am going 
there to-day, and company is disagreeable to me." With 
that I put my hand on his arm, turned him gently 
round, and made him a very polite bow. The fellow 
looked rather confused, grinned, and walked away, and 
I never saw him again. I was afterwards informed that 
all foreigners are dodged in this way, and all their opera- 
tions duly reported to the authorities. 
I had often heard of a celebrated Buddhist temple, 
not very far from Foo-chow, so I determined to pay it a 
\4sit. It is called the Temple of Koo-shan, and is 
situate amongst the mountains, a few miles to the east- 
ward of the city. This temple seems to be the J erusalem 
of this part of China, to which all good Buddhists repair 
at stated seasons to worship and pay their vows. Having 
reached the foot of the mountain, I passed through a 
spacious porch or gateway, and began the ascent. The 
