This is a copy of the short story by S.T Hwang and it is posted for educational purposes. I will be making a separate blog for stories some time later. You can also read the Synopsis here At twenty-five I was a teacher in a small town in the Northwest China. The town was sparsely populated and, being so remote, lacked modern means of communication. In the evenings the wolves howled in the nearby hills and occasionally entered the town in quest of prey. I spent only one year there and, being unable to endure the isolation, packed my bags when the summer holidays arrived and prepared to return home. A traveler had to take a donkey cart to the nearest railhead, some twenty-five miles away. On arriving at the departure point in the center of the town, I found that all the carts, being mostly engaged in carrying local products, had left. I began to despair. “Sir,” a sibilant whisper came from a boy whom I knew slightly (he was from the tiny Moslem restaurant, “all the cart...