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"Honour bright, sir; lots on 'em. They feeds 'em on Chinees." "Feed them on Chinese, Dick?" "Well sir, the tigers help theirselves to the coolies when they're at work." "Anything else, Dick?" "Lor, bless you! yes, sir; there's elephants." "Are you sure?" "Sure, sir. I've seen 'em, heaps o' times; and rhinosseress, and hippypotimies, and foreign birds, and snakes." "Are there snakes, Dick?"
"Discipline! discipline!" said the captain. "But one wouldn't have looked for it in them heathen Chinees." Duty! duty! we thought, and were quite sure heathenism had never interfered with that kind of heroism. "Now, the usual run of American sailors," said Jacob, who felt by this time that his final verdict was needed, wouldn't have done that.
Mar. 16. Pewt dreened 18 marbles and 2 chinees out of me to-day. we was playing first in a hole. school today. sailed boats in the brook in J. Albert Clark's garden and got pretty wet. Mar. 17. Scott Briggam has got some little flying squirrels. he is going to get me one for thirty-five cents. i am going to take it out of my cornet money. Mar. 18.
No, I says, 'don't do that neither! Bury me, I says, 'in a Chinee cemetary. The Chinees, I says, 'puts vittles on the graves of their dear departeds, instead of flowers. Maybe, I says, 'my ghost will walk at night, I says, 'and eat chop suey. "'Wait, he says, 'don't go yet. Look yonder, he says, pointing up Main Street on the other side. 'Read that sign, he says.
"Then in another five minutes, if our Celestial friend does not come back, we shall start. I'll give him that time." "Beg pardon, sir; they're a siggling of us." "Signalling! who are?" "The Chinees, sir." "Yes, look," I said; for, after a good deal of talking and shouting, one man was standing close at the edge of the landing-place, and beckoning to us to come closer in.
There's gold, and tin, and copper, and precious stones." "Did you ever find any, Dick?" "Well no, sir; but I've known them as has found gold in the rivers. The Chinees gets most on it." "There now you're chaffing again, Dick," cried the lad. "Chinese indeed! Why we're not going to China." "'Course we aint, sir, but the Chinees swarm in the place we're going to.
Been on the Chinee station afore. P'raps it's best, but I don't want 'em to be hung." "Don't hang 'em here, Tommy," growled one of the two silent men. "What do they do, then, old know-all?" "Chops their heads off, I've heerd." "Oh, well, I don't want 'em to have their heads chopped off. How should we like it if we was took prisoners?" "Oh, but we arn't Chinees," growled Billy Wakes.
"What, to save my life?" said Mr Reardon, smiling, and trying to look as if everything had been part of the ordinary business of life. "No, sir; to keep my eye on the Chinees. I had mine on that chap, for he looked ugly at you, and I see him pull himself together, shuffle in his blue jacket, and then make a jump at you, just like a cat at a rat." "What?"
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