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NEWFOUNDLAND TO COCHIN CHINA TRAIN EMERGING FROM SNOW-SHED Page 90 - photo 1

NEWFOUNDLAND TO
COCHIN CHINA.

TRAIN EMERGING FROM SNOW-SHED. Page 90.

NEWFOUNDLAND
TO
COCHIN CHINA
BY THE GOLDEN WAVE, NEW NIPPON,
AND THE FORBIDDEN CITY
BY
Mrs. HOWARD VINCENT
AUTHORESS OF "40,000 MILES OVER LAND AND WATER."
WITH REPORTS ON BRITISH TRADE AND INTERESTS
IN CANADA, JAPAN, AND CHINA
By Col. HOWARD VINCENT, C.B., M.P.
WITH NUMEROUS ILLUSTRATIONS
LONDON
SAMPSON LOW, MARSTON & COMPANY
Limited
St. Dunstan's House
Fetter Lane, Fleet Street, E.C.
1892
[All rights reserved]

TO MY CHILD
VERA,
IN THE HOPE THAT ONE DAY SHE MAY TRAVEL
AS HER PARENTS HAVE DONE,
AND
WITH AS MUCH INSTRUCTION
AND
ENJOYMENT.

The favourable reception vouchsafed to "40,000 Miles over Land and Water" has induced me to yield to the kind wishes of many Friends and Constituents, and to record the impressions of my second circle round the world.
Ethel Gwendoline Vincent.
1, Grosvenor Square.
May 31st, 1892.

CONTENTS.
Our Premier ColonyPAGE
The Maritime Provinces, and through lake and forest, to the Queen City
By the Golden Wave to the Far West
The Canadian Rockies and the Selkirks
To the Land of the Rising Sun
New Nippon
The Western Capital and Inland Sea
The Yellow Land
The Celestial City
The Forbidden City
Shanghai and Hong-Kong
Cochin China

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
St. John's, NewfoundlandPAGE
Plan of a Manitoban Township
The Ranche Pupil
Howe Pass
Kananaskis Falls
Cascade Mountain, Banff
Bird's-eye View of Banff
Bow Valley
Banff Springs Hotel, Canadian National Park
The Pool, Hot Springs, Banff
Mount Stephen, the King of the Canadian Rockies
Train emerging from Snow-shed
Great Glacier, Canadian Rockies
The Loops
Frazer Caon
"A Little Mother"
The Red Lacquer Bridge, Nikko
Pagoda of the Temple at Nikko
Mausoleum of Yeysu
An Imperial Garden, Tokio
A Typhoon
Street of Enoshima, Japan
My Carriage at Kioto
A Chinese Street
Our Home on the Peiho
How I went to Peking
A Gate of Peking
A Street in Peking
Her Ladyship's Foot
All that is seen of the Forbidden City
Homage to "The Son of Heaven"
The Great Wall
Harbour of Hong-Kong
Botanical Garden, Saigon

NEWFOUNDLAND TO
COCHIN CHINA.

CHAPTER I.
OUR PREMIER COLONY.
Land in sight when I awake at 5 a.m., a grey streak across the oval of the port. With what intense satisfaction we gaze on the line of barren rock, which has a suspicion of green horizon on the summit of the grey cliffs, only those can picture who have been at sea for some time.
Presently we glide past Cape Race, with its neat signal station on the cliffs, and know that in a few minutes the arrival of our ship, the Nova Scotian, will be signalled at St. John's. We see a few fish-curing sheds on the tiny bays of yellow sand, and some white specks that represent cottages. They are dreary little settlements, and near them the fishing-boats pass us, returning home after their rough night's work, for this is the inhospitable coast of Newfoundland, the Premier Colony of England.
As the morning wears on and the sun rises, it is a pretty scene. The great blue restless ocean, with its mighty Atlantic swell, lashing itself in spray and foam, with a long white line breaking and disappearing, re-appearing and dying against the bleak rock-bound coast. Sometimes the cliffs are formed of strata of grey lava or limestone, at others they are of rich red sandstone, colours that are intensified with the peculiar clearness of the atmosphere. Above all, there is a pure blue sky, with white clouds chasing each other and casting shadows along the coast. Now and again we pass large fishing luggers sailing swiftly by in the brisk breeze. Some have tawny orange or deep brown sails, others pure white ones, looking like wings spread in the sunlight, gliding swiftly and silently past. It is a rich bit of colouring to eyes tired and sad with the monotony of an impenetrable, all-surrounding line of sky and ocean.
The approach to St. John's is romantic. The barrier of cliffs still rises to larboard, without an apparent break or indentation, whilst they say that we shall be anchored at the wharf in ten minutes. Another scanning of the coast reveals at length two rocks rising higher than the others, with a slight fall between them. The ship ploughs along broadside, and until exactly opposite this opening. With a few final plungings, and last rollings and tossings, she is brought sharply round, and we face the harbour of St. John's. The great brown rocks, sparsely sprinkled with green, rise up forbidding our entrance, and inside these is another amphitheatre of granite against which the town of St. John's is built. The line of wharves forms a black foundation. The haven where we would be lies peaceful and blue in the midst. The first sight of St. John's and the last, always include the twin red towers of the Roman Catholic Cathedral standing out on a platform above the town.
St. John's, Newfoundland.
Now we are passing immediately under the cliffs, with which we make very near acquaintance as we go through the Narrows. To add to the difficulties of this passage, there is a rock at the narrowest part called the Great Chain Rock, where in olden times a chain was fastened across the harbour to guard the entrance. Another and greater danger, a sunken rock, lies hidden under the smooth water. A gun is fired from the lofty signal station, to tell anxious hearts of the incoming mail, and with a large part of the population of St. John's on the wharf (for they always gather to greet and speed the fortnightly steamer) we land in Newfoundland.
On the kind invitation of Lady O'Brien and the Governor, we are driven by Mr. Cecil Fane, his Excellency's aide-de-camp and able secretary, to Government House. This is a handsome stone building, looking more so amongst its surroundings of wooden houses, standing above the town in its own grounds. The view from the house into the open country is charming. In the far distance a range of purple mountains. Then patches of dark pine forests, alternating with green, park-like spaces. The Roman Catholic cemetery with its wooden crosses lying on a hillside. Beneath it in a basin, the little blue lake of Quidi Vidi, which plays such an important part in the social life of St. John's. Here they yacht and boat, fish and bathe in summer. In winter they use it to sleigh, skate, and toboggan on, but above all they hold their annual regatta here. It is fixed for next week, and may be called the Epsom of Newfoundland. The population from all parts of the Island gathers to see it. In olden days each merchant chief had his yacht and crew of employs, and partisanship ran high, but now the races belong to the clubs in town, such as the Temperance, Athenum, etc.
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