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Lu-San, Daughter of Heaven 206

ILLUSTRATIONS

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"Snake's blood mixed with powdered deer-horn" _Frontispiece_

"Here son!" she cried, "look at my treasure!" 8

Clinging to the animal's shaggy hair was Honeysuckle 50

Throwing herself at his feet she thanked him for his mercy 56

"Ah," sighed the turtle, "if only the good god, P'anku,
were here" 102

Putting his bill close to her ear, he told Hu-Lin of
his recent discovery 108

The tiger gravely nodded his head 130

All day she was busy carrying water 138

Higher and higher he climbed 154

They saw shining in the pathway directly in front of them
a lump of gold 188

As she dressed herself she saw with surprise that her fingers
were shapely 214

THE GOLDEN BEETLE OR WHY THE DOG HATES THE CAT

[Illustration]

"What we shall eat to-morrow, I haven't the slightest idea!" said Widow
Wang to her eldest son, as he started out one morning in search of work.

"Oh, the gods will provide. I'll find a few coppers somewhere," replied
the boy, trying to speak cheerfully, although in his heart he also had
not the slightest idea in which direction to turn.

The winter had been a hard one: extreme cold, deep snow, and violent
winds. The Wang house had suffered greatly. The roof had fallen in,
weighed down by heavy snow. Then a hurricane had blown a wall over, and
Ming-li, the son, up all night and exposed to a bitter cold wind, had
caught pneumonia. Long days of illness followed, with the spending of
extra money for medicine. All their scant savings had soon melted away,
and at the shop where Ming-li had been employed his place was filled by
another. When at last he arose from his sick-bed he was too weak for
hard labour and there seemed to be no work in the neighbouring villages
for him to do. Night after night he came home, trying not to be
discouraged, but