National Geographic : 1920 Mar
FORMOSA THE BEAUTIFUL 279 without at least one of these hulking creatures, with its lowering horns and great staring eyes. Their hides are just the shade of weathered rock, and so motionless do they stand for hours while grazing on some grassy slope that they look, even from a short distance away, as if they were carved from stone. Wherever there are buffaloes, graceful white herons are seen perched on their backs. It seems, indeed, that each buffalo has a particular heron for a pal, who takes care to rid him of smaller friends, just as devoted, perhaps, but less de sirable. H At Toyen we took push-cars. These Share small, wicker-covered chariots on E narrow-gauge rails. The seats are just a large enough to accommodate two pas sengers, and there is a small platform - behind, where the two coolies who push z the car on the upgrade can stand and C ride when the route lies down hill. M The confirmed motorist would find These push-cars a bit tedious on the level tS: or upgrade, but going down mountains o ° they leave nothing to be desired in the • way of thrills. S Our route lay for the first hour through < level country. We passed through fields Sof sugar-cane, with occasional patches of sweet potatoes, cabbages, and pumpkins. SAnd now and then we came upon some SChinese village near a stream, where our H approach was heralded by the shouts of children. Women tugging small babies would w hobble out of their doorways as fast as Their bound feet would permit and ex change laughing comments on our ap Spearance. Young men would frankly jeer at us, and only the old men, like Figures in ivory yellow with age, gazed upon us with imperturbable calm. A JOURNEY WITH EVERY VISTA A PICTURE At length we started the ascent. At first our way lay through terraced tea gardens and groves of pineapples, ba nanas, and citrus fruits; but as we progressed the mountain sides becaTne covered with Nature's own rich mantle. Ornamental grasses fringed our path, while through the bracken and lichened rocks projecting overhead little bubbling freshets trickled down at our feet.