ABSTRACT
Passing through very pretty country, and twice crossing the Tai-dong, we halted at the town of Sun-chhon, a magistracy with a deplorably ruinous yamm. All these official buildings have seen better days. Their courts are spaciolls, and the double-roofed gateways, with their drum towers, as well as the central hall of the ya11ltlt, still retain a certain look of stateliness, though paint, lacquer, and gilding have long ago disappeared from the elaborately arranged beams and carved wood of the roofs, and the fretwork screening the interiors is always shabby and broken.
