A Greatheart of the South; John T. Anderson, Medical Missionary (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos or missing text. Not indexed. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1921. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER IX YANG CHOW AND BEYOND The city of Yang Chow is one of the most aristocratic in China. It is famous as the home of great officials. Marco Polo, the traveler, visited it long ago (A. D. 1275), and its aspect has hardly changed from that time until to-day. The soft pad, pad, of the feet of the chair bearers and their singsong as they swing rapidly through the streets, the great brass kettles hissing in front of tiny tea shops, the venders of green vegetables who give their strange cries before the barred gates in high walls, the green scum on the Grand Canal, these are the same yesterday and to-day--will they be forever? The present population of the city is estimated as 360,000, most of the people being crowded together in the closest quarters. Sometimes there is only a single room for a family of six or seven. But inside those walls are also the gardens and rockeries of the wealthy. Winding walks and tea pavilions and lotus ponds are beautiful in chrysanthemum time. Several missions are at work in the different sections of the city. The Baptist Mission to which the Andersons were attached has a church and a school and a hospital in the southwestern part of the city, just inside the city wall. Here they were joyously welcomed in the fall of 1917. The story of the busy days in that great and hoary city is told by Mrs. Anderson: John began his work in Yang Chow with great enthusiasm which grew steadily in spite of many difficulties. With all his old relish for making things comfortable, he spent most of the first few weeks getting our house in order, though helping with operations and making the rounds with Dr. Taylor. The house in which we lived had many conveniences added mostly by his suggestion and often by his own hands. I remember finding him o...