many children took part. They were gaily dressed and carried aloft on the shoulders of men to call forth the pity of the cruel goddess.
Then we had a great theatrical performance which Niang-niang watched from her shrine opposite the stage. It lasted for over a week, and crowds came from far and near. The only result I know of was that the disease was carried into a number of villages near and many more died. The expenses were paid by the people round, and during the performances the gambling and opium dens reaped a rich harvest. I was too busy to care for any of these things, and so miserable that I prayed Niang-niang to come and end my weary life by sending me the "heavenly flowers."
But a worse calamity than the smallpox was to come upon us. All the year but little rain had fallen, and the fields were parched and dry. It was the time for planting out the rice. This rice is our staple food, and if anything happens to the rice harvest we are in the greatest difficulty. The rice is sown on flooded fields, and when planted out has to be well watered for a month or more, or the plants will dry up.
In spite of all the prayers at the temples, the processions, and the crackers, the rain refused to fall, and ruin stared us in the face. The following winter was dry and cold, and prices went up so that the poor began to be in great want. Still it was hoped the spring rains would put things right again. The farmers sowed what little grain they had left; but the heat set in earlier than usual, and the fierce sun scorched up all, and men prayed in vain for the rains
