e may believe the poets.
Milton alludes to the wind-driven cars of the Chinese, as traversing the table-land of Asia:—
But in his way lights on the barren plains Of Sericana, where Chineses drive With sails and wind their cany wagons light. Paradise lost.
We are not to infer that Satan saw the cars in motion, nor that Milton believed the modern theory, that mankind proceeded from several independent centers.
This would be granting the whole question, that the almondeyed man of Cathay was scudding over the plains in pursuit of business or pleasure while Adam and Eve were yet disporting in Eden.
One form of the wind-car has sails like a windmill, which rotate an axle and impart motion to the driving-wheels.
Such are described in old works on physics, published centuries ago.
The Chinese wind-wheelbarrow is drawn by a donkey, and when the wind is fair a sail is set. The wheel turns in the middle of a wooden frame, sustained by iron bars.
Upon the frame are hung all
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beyond the steeples of the town, Whence sometimes, when the wind was light And dull the thunder of the beach, They heard the bells of morn and night Swing, miles away, their silver speech. Above low scarp and turf-grown wall They saw the fort-flag rise and fall; And the first star to signal twilight's hour, The lamp-fire glimmer down from the tall light.
house tower. They rested there, escaped awhile From cares that wear the life away, To eat the lotus of the Nile And drink the poppies of Cathay,— To fling their loads of custom down, Like drift-weed, on the sand-slopes brown, And in the sea waves drown the restless pack Of duties, claims, and needs that barked upon their track. One, with his beard scarce silvered, bore A ready credence in his looks, A lettered magnate, lording o'er An ever-widening realm of books. In him brain-currents, near and far, Converged as in a Leyden jar; The old, dead authors thronged him round about, And Elzevir's gray ghosts from leathern graves looked