ABSTRACT
As readers go south through China they find the climate and productions changing just as they do in the United States, until when they get to Canton and Hongkong they have tropical fruits and productions of all kinds. When foreigners speak of Chinese food, they bunch it all in together, as though it were the same all over the country. Many of the Chinese would be well off if they had rice to eat. But in most of the country inns, in the north, it is quite impossible to get rice. Among the best of all the game are the wild boar, the pheasant, and the bustard the former fed on only the cleanest food and the latter equal if not superior to our best American Turkey. The Chinese themselves use but little, if indeed they use any, butter and they say of us that we carry about with us a butter odour.
