Another time, my doll fell in the water, and the doll's head swelled up from being waterlogged. The Chinese boatmen thought it was a baby floating down the river, and were quite excited until they were finally convinced it was just a doll.
Sometimes, when the river narrowed and there were rapids, the boatmen would tie ropes to the junk and run along the shore, pulling the boat along. They would sing and chant, to keep in rythmn.
Traveling was certainly different in that era - and it makes me appreciate our ease of travel here in America. In many mission fields today, there are still very primitive and dangerous methods of travel. We need to pray for our missionaries.