A typical girl of those harsh old days of the long ago,--loving and generous toward her friends, unforgiving and revengeful to her enemies,--reared in the midst of cruelty and of charity, she did her duty according to the light given her, made France a Christian nation, and so helped on the progress of civilization. Certainly a place among the world’s historic girls may rightly be accorded to this fair-haired young princess of the summer-land of France, the beautiful Clotilda of Burgundy.
WOO OF HWANG-HO.: THE GIRL OF THE YELLOW RIVER.
(Afterwards the Great Empress Woo of China.) A.D. 635.
Thomas the Nestorian had been in many lands and in the midst of many dangers, but he had never before found himself in quite so unpleasant a position as now. Six ugly Tartar horsemen with very uncomfortable-looking spears and appalling shouts, and mounted on their swift Kirghiz ponies, were charging down upon him, while neither the rushing Yellow River on the right hand, nor the steep dirt-cliffs on the left, could offer him shelter or means of escape. These dirt-cliffs, or “loess,” to give them their scientific name, are remarkable banks of brownish-yellow loam, found largely in Northern and Western China, and rising sometimes to a height of a thousand feet. Their peculiar yellow tinge makes every thing look “hwang” or yellow,--and hence yellow is a favorite color among the Chinese. So, for instance, the emperor is “Hwang-ti”--the “Lord of the Yellow Land”; the imperial throne is the “Hwang-wei” or “yellow throne” of China; the great river, formerly spelled in your school geographies Hoang-ho, is “Hwang-ho,” the “yellow river,” etc.
These “hwang” cliffs, or dirt-cliffs, are full of caves and crevices, but the good priest could see no convenient cave, and he had therefore no alternative but to boldly face his fate, and like a brave man calmly meet what he could not avoid.
But, just as he had singled out, as his probable captor, one peculiarly unattractive-looking horseman, whose crimson sheepskin coat and long horsetail plume were streaming in the wind, and just as he had braced himself to meet the onset against the great “loess,” or dirt-cliff, he felt a twitch at his black upper robe, and a low voice--a girl’s, he was confident--said quickly: