The Silken East La-
is stupefying in its simplicity. There is a straight bamboo twenty feet high stuck like a mast in the yellow soil. Near its top, through a slit, works another horizontally ; at one end of it, a make-weight, a basket filled with mud or stones, at the other a long cane
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reaching down like the line of a fisherman ; last of all a bucket to hold water or mud, as the case may be If it be water, your miner stands at the little pit's mouth, lowers the bucket, lets it fill and come up again, the cane slipping through his fingers, and on its emerging, tilts the water from it into a channel, down which it runs yellow and turbid to swell the stream by the