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Updated: June 19, 2025
The phlegmatic German stirred to excitability in quest of a "small cask of lager and large box of cheese;" John Chinaman "Hi yah'd" for one "bag lice all samee hab one Melican man," while a chivalric but seedy-looking Southerner, who seemed to have "seen better days," wished he "might be if he didn't lay a pe-yor of boots thar whar that blanket whar."
The Chinee put sweet cakes an' wine an' sech on the graves of their departed, an' once one of our missionaries asked his servant, Ching Lu, who had just lost his brother an' had put all them things on his grave, when he thought the corpse 'ud rise up an' eat them; an' Ching Lu told him he thought the Chinee corpse 'ud rise up an' eat his sweetmeats about the same time that the Melican man's corpse 'ud rise up an' smell all the bouquets of sweet flowers spread over him.
"Me no shabbee Pilat INSIDE housee; me shabbee Pilat OUTSIDE housee. S'pose you lun away longside Chinee boy Chinee boy make you Pilat." Hickory softly scratched his leg; while a broad, bashful smile almost closed his small eyes. "Wot?" he asked. "Mebbe you too flightened to lun away. Melican boy's papa heap lickee." This last infamous suggestion fired the corsair's blood.
And here I begin to follow the version of Kauwealoha; it is a good specimen of Kanaka English; and the reader is to conceive it delivered with violent emphasis and speaking pantomime. "I got 'Melican mate," the chief he say. "What you go do 'Melican mate?" Kekela he say. "I go make fire, I go kill, I go eat him," he say; "you come to-mollow eat piece." "I no WANT eat 'Melican mate!"
"Where you catchee book, John?" I asked him. "Litlee boy he give me; him 'Melican book. I lead him some. Plenty good book." "Yes," said I; "I see. That boy'll make pirates of us all, if we aren't careful." "That book, him tellee what do, sposee bad storm," said John proudly. "I know." I walked over to where Peterson lay, his pipe now lighted by some magic all his own.
One doesn't look for a very elegant spread for fifty cents in the Sage-brush State; but this "Melican plan-cae" is the worst fifty-cent meal I ever heard of. To-night I stay in Winnemucca, the county seat of Humboldt County, and quite a lively little town of 1,200 inhabitants.
Of this permission, a small red-head gentleman, whose demeanor advertised him to be in a somewhat advanced state of intoxication, availed himself and remarked slowly: "Hello, John. Washee, washee? Sabe how washee? Wlanter be Melican man?"
"The great objection to it is, that it is rather hard." Ki Sing's mind was evidently occupied by some engrossing thought, which prevented his paying much attention to Bradley's jocose observations. "Melican man wantee you," he said, in an excited manner. "What's that?" asked Bradley. "Melican man want me?" Ki Sing nodded. "Where is he?"
Melican boy no Pilat!" said the little Chinaman, substituting "l's" for "r's" after his usual fashion. "Wotcher say?" said Hickory, reddening with sudden confusion. "Melican boy's papa heap lickee him spose him leal Pilat," continued Wan Lee, doggedly. "Melican boy Pilat inside housee; Chinee boy Pilat outside housee. First chop Pilat."
" "That's what I said, John; and please be as lively as possible about it." " All li; you gib me flore bittee me fly you Melican plan-cae." " Yes, pancakes will do. Go ahead!" Visions of pancakes and molasses flit before my hunger-distorted vision as I sit outside until he gets them ready. In ten minutes John calls me in.
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