A bittersweet youth
The railway is a vital part of the livelihoods of the people of Alishan, and in the past it was their one and only link to the outside world.
Chen Yuexia, who writes novels about Alishan, was born and raised near the old terminal station of the forest railway and has spent over a decade surveying the area. Thus she has an especially strong passion for the sights and sounds of the area, particularly the railway.
To Chen, the forest railway is like the "cat bus" of Hayao Miyazaki's animated classic My Neighbor Totoro, weaving through the forest and carrying joyful and sorrowful memories of childhood.
As there is no junior high school on Alishan, the children of the area have to leave home and head down into the outside world to study when in their early teens. When they start the semester, the children cry the whole way to Chiayi, and then when summer and winter vacations roll around, they smile and laugh their way up the mountain.
A daughter of Alishan herself, Chen has long been concerned with the changes in the ecology of Alishan wrought by forestry.
"There's no summer to speak of on Alishan," says Chen. In the past the area was even colder, with snows and frosts during the winter-in the depths of winter, if you left a bowl of syrup and plums out on the roof, by the next day it'd be a bowl of plum ice dessert. But after decades of heavy logging, Alishan's climate has grown noticeably warmer.
With the felling of "Shenmu"-the ancient "sacred tree" of Alishan-in late June 1998, the hearts of the people of Alishan were given another reason to skip a beat.
"When Shenmu was about to be cut down, I set out from Taichung at 4:50 a.m. and arrived with my mother at 9:10 a.m. to take one last photo with the tree. At 12:52 p.m. that three-millennia-old tree that so many had grown up alongside fell. Some couldn't stop crying, seeing through the tears what a deep spiritual scar would be left by the loss of the tree," says Chen in her essay "The Tale of Alishan Shenmu," recording clearly this historical moment for Alishan.
Rectification of names
Seemingly constantly shrouded in mist and cloud, Alishan's true face has long been somewhat hidden from outsiders. It has also been the subject of many erroneous tales and stories, with the biggest such error concerning the name "Alishan" itself.
Over 250 years ago there was a Tsou chief called Abali. A brave and skilled hunter, every member of every hunting team he led came back alive and fully loaded up, and to honor him, the tribespeople named the area for him, calling it Mt. Ali. Or at least, such is the explanation found in materials big and small about Alishan National Forest Recreation Area. Research has found, though, that the story was actually fabricated out of whole cloth by a then area office director being interviewed by a journalist in 1963. Today, the Tsou people often joke about the story, saying it's a good thing the man said "Abali" and not "Ali Baba," because no one would ever buy that.
Another such erroneous tale is that of the legendary Chinese figure Wu Feng, who sacrificed his own life in order to break the Tsou of their tradition of headhunting. In actuality, Wu Feng's tale was at the least embroidered, if not simply made up, by the Japanese colonial government. In the late 1980s, with the rise of Aboriginal consciousness, the Tsou could no longer tolerate their reputation being sullied by this tale of the Chinese "civilizing" them, and Wu Feng's story was finally erased from elementary school textbooks and dropped completely. Even the village on Alishan that bore his name was renamed Alishan Village.
There's another beautiful tale told about one of Alishan's famous scenic spots, Sisters Lake. It tells of a pair of Tsou sisters who, frustrated in pursuit of their respective loves, drowned themselves here.
"The problem with that is that back then there was no lake here, nor were there any Tsou Aborigines here!" points out Chen. In reality, this too was a fabrication, this time by a photographer embroidering his photo with a story to make it more beautiful, but since then it has gained a life of its own.
While the story about Sisters Lake might be less than authentic, Chen has her own beautiful memories and stories from there, and these ones are the real deal.
In the past, Sisters Lake was like a private hideaway for Chen, who could spend entire days out there without seeing hide or hair of another person, lying between trees on a hammock, reading Dream of the Red Chamber, or just daydreaming. Today the flow of people visiting it is virtually ceaseless, with people wandering around looking for this and pointing out that. "Oh, how are the mighty fallen," remarks Chen.