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...baggage aboard and we went to the wharf in a ricksha, the baggage starting at the same time. We waited and wailed and then made inquiries as to whether we were in the right place. We were, but perhaps the baggage had gone to another place, so we got a ricksha and tore off, visiting [illegible] wharf where we all spoke English and then tore back. We entered a Sampan as the little boats are called and the two men started us off. We had gone ashore in a launch and we did not know the bar was bad, but I thought my hour had come. When at last we reached our boat, I almost despaired of getting on it, but a miracle was performed and I did. Our baggage was there and as the sinner couldn't understand English, I couldn't scold. It was hot, and I had got so scared and so mad that I...