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Title: The fairy foxes. A chinese legend
Year: 1895 (1890s)
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Publisher: Yokohama : Kelly and Walsh Tokyo, T. Hasegawa
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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r Han winding in a limpid stream;the sheet of water in a slanting course precipitating its silvery-waves ten thousand feet; creepers hanging over the abyss, and thebreeze making them float like an embroidered scarf of many colours.Over the immense extent of mountains, lost among the clouds,narrow footpaths made rather for birds than men, and which therare traveller can only follow stooping till he is almost bent double;the misty forests mingling with the clouds; the ravaged villages allsolitary, man having disappeared from the deserted country, dressedin a thousand colours by the mountain flowers wide open intheir gladness, birds alone disturbing the solitude unknown withtheir cries. Chin Wang, entranced by the beauty of the smilingscene, rode forward, letting the reins hang upon his horsesneck, when towards evening, just when the sky wasgrowing dark he heard in the depths of the forestsomething that sounded like human voices. He drewnearer and o loked. It was not men, it was two wild
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(5) Foxes, who, leaning against the trunk of an old tree,held before them a written book. Each with one paw-pointing at the writing, they were talking just as twomen would do when discussing a doubtful passage. Ah! cried Chin Wang laughing, these two ani-mals are wonderful indeed, they must be fairies ! Butwha6 can be the book, that is so interesting them?Supposing I was to give them one of my bullets?And thereupon tightening his silken reins to stop hishorse, he gently raised the end of the bridle orna-mented with polished horn, arranged the string of thecrossbow, plunged his hand into his pocket, and tookfrom it a bullet, that he placed in the barrel, thenaimed with the greatest care; the crossbow grewround like the moon at the full, the bullet whistledHying with the rapidity of a falling star. The twoFoxes, engaged in a study that was full of interest forthem, had no idea that someone was spying uponthem from beyond the skirts of the forest; at thewhistling of the cord of the cross

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