Story of the Eight Historic Periods ( )

Log entry, the catch Scarlet Queen, Philip Conny, master. Position 119 degrees 12 minutes east, 21 degrees seven minutes north, wind fresh sky fair. Remarks, departed, quartered, Swatthau China 9 a.m. after about with Abuela de Portuguese.

Reason for about the story of the eight historic periods. Swatthau sprawled loosely out at the mouth of the River Han, 180 miles north of Han Kong, as a city of great filth, of roads dust the old muddy according to the weather, of warehouses rich with putaway and Chinese women, of citizens poor with malnutrition

and a variety of resulting diseases. And to us, a city of great menace, after the affair in Shanghai's street of weeping women, the Scarlet Queen knifed up against the sullen muddy current. As I swung her into a narrow channel that forked off from the main river, I noticed an English-made sedan keeping pace with us

on a road parallel to strum. The Chinese characters on its side designated it as a local police car. I'd expected a reception, but not quite the kind we got after we docked in a smiling uniform to give left the car and straddle the board.

Which one is Philip Carney, a master of this excellent ship? I am. And your? Gallagher, Chief, mate. What's up, Officer? You have the admiration I cherish for those of great heroic action. and knowing what this is all about will affect my reception and say.

The newspapers in all the coastal cities of South China have paid you a most unerri-frivious in two languages for your intelligent bravery in the safe rescue of Manhwa, the beautiful daughter of the illustrious Ku-Chikang from the hands of Lois Kitnapass.