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This island was the dominion of my fatherand should descend to none other than myself. Foreigners must go.
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James Wheeler Davidson (1903). The island of Formosa, past and present: History, people, resources, and commercial prospects. Tea, camphor, sugar, gold, coal, sulphur, economical plants, and other productions. LONDON AND NEW YORK: Macmillan & co.. p. 37. Retrieved on Dec. 20 2011.  (STANFORD LIBRARIES KELLY & WALSH, LD. YOKOHAMA, SHANGHAI, HONGKONG, AND SINGAPORE "JAPAN GAZETTE" PRESS, Yokohama)

 

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