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Title: The Millions 1914
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: China Inland Mission
Subjects: Missions
Publisher: (Philadelphia) China Inland Mission
Contributing Library: Knox - University of Toronto
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atient, andhe had been known to punch out teeth with ahammer and a nail. But Wangs village and oldPans were some hundreds of miles distant, sothe unfortunate carter trudged along beside his four mules nursing the aching cheek in his hand. * * # # K, with his boy, Tet-en (lit. obtainedgrace) was plodding along through this samesteep gully. His pony Mac, found it hard toget a foothold, but the missionary was makingsome sort of progress. Bye and bye the string oftobacco carts are overtaken, and by carefulmanoeuvering the missionary is able to pass themone by one at slightly wider places in the narrowroad. He comes up to the head of the toiling pro-cession and draws rein alongside of Wang, sayinglaconically, Tooth ache, eh? It aches to take mylife, replies Wang, which is a Chinese way of say- ing, Its awfully bad. Would you like it out?asks the missionary. Wang looks up at this, and sees.a pale-face foreigner from nobody-knows-how-far-off-over-the-seas looking down at him from under a sun
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A CHINESE ROAD helmet. Of course Id like it out, but its in tight, 1cant move it with my fingers, though I keep on try-ing. Oh, Ill move it, returns the missionary 152 Chinas Millions with a smile. You just get your mates to stop aminute. Here, Obtained Grace, come and hold thehorse. Ive got something on hand. Li and Kwohcome running up, Hai, hai, you fellows, stop, waita minute! and the long line of carts conies to astandstill. The missionary is busy at his saddle bagsand produces several forceps and selects the rightone. Now, Wang, you sit right down there in theroad, open your mouth wider! wider! Which one isit? Yes, I see. Do take your fingers out of theway. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ACH, and in about two jiffeysthe decayed molar, the cause of all the trouble, is in the grateful Chinamans hand instead of his head.We have bothered you. You have spent yourheart. Li, Kwoh and company are profuse in theirthanks and admiration. Wont you come and rideon our tobacco carts? Which, considering that them

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