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602 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1962
The true flood came quietly in the night. It was a slow, steady rise of water with lazy back eddies and an actual slackening of the current, but it covered and carried away the stinking corpses along the foot of the embankment. It was Yangtze floodwater from the melting snow on the great mountains of Tibet, backing up the Siang and filling Tungting Lake for the summer. Silently, hour after hour, day and night, the broadening brown river swallowed sandbars and crept up the stone embankment fronting the city until the chanting water coolies had only a few steps to climb with their slopping pairs of tins.


