Pootoo

Pootoo.—The most lovely spot in Far Cathay is the sacred isle of Pootoo, two hundred miles from Shanghai, and sixty from Ningpo, from which latter city, in another direction overland, is reached the far-famed Snowy Valley. The route to Pootoo is among hundreds of islands, great and small, all mountainous, which compose the Chusan archipelago, and as the steamer winds its tortuous way among them, every variety of wild scenery is presented; now the precipitous rocks and projecting headlands, the barren knolls and rugged crags; then the mountains covered with trees, and hills beautifully terraced to the top with waving fields of grain; or villages nestling in little bays, or encircled in foliage, lying on the water's edge; indeed in its approaching views and receding vistas it is a twin-sister of the inland Sea of Japan. Pootoo is the capital of Indo-Chinese Buddhism, and its renown is as far- famed as the Chinese language is spoken or Chinese literature known.

1886, Hampden Coit DuBose, The Dragon, Image, and Demon, London: S. W. Partridge and Co., →OCLC, pages 274–275

They still frequented the casinos and went to St Anna Ballroom in Love Lane and to cabarets at Ladow’s Casanova or Del Monte’s where the curfew could be seen off in style until dawn when it was lifted. They still took their breaks in places like Soochow or Hangchow or on the island called Pootoo, where the ‘trouble’ was made to seem far away.

2002, Denis Way, Robert Nield, Counting House: The History of PricewaterhouseCoopers on the China Coast, PricewaterhouseCoopers, →ISBN, →OCLC, page 93