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Chinese surnames, other than place names, are derived from a variety of sources: from nature, as River, Stone, Cave; from animals, as Bear, Sheep, Dragon; from birds, as Swallow, Pheasant; from the body, as Long-ears, Squint-eye; from colours, as Black, White; from trees and flowers, as Hawthorn, Leaf, Reed, Forest; and others, such as Rich, East, Sharp, Hope, Duke, Stern, Tepid, Money, etc.
The discoveries certainly were accorded attention enough. Peter was well known. Men were perfectly sure of his veracity and his mining instinct. If Peter said there existed a good lode of the stuff he exhibited to them, that settled it. "Hum," said a man named Squint-eye Dobs, after examining a bit of the transparent crystal through which small kernels of yellow metal shone.
Cucumber was not singing now ... he was bellowing: 'The hunters hunted day and night, And still the hare was out of sight. So, talking over his misdeeds, They ended by disputing quite Alas, the hare is not for us! The squint-eye is too sharp for us!
Down, down, down it came, closer and yet closer. I screamed to Pompey for aid; but he said that I had hurt his feelings by calling him 'an ignorant old squint-eye: I yelled to Diana; but she only said 'bow-wow-wow, and that I had told her 'on no account to stir from the corner. Thus I had no relief to expect from my associates. Down and still down, it came.
Asmund and Thorvald rode from the North with sixty men, halting several days at Ljarskogar. There dwelt at Reykjaholar a man named Thorgils, the son of Ari, the son of Mar, the son of Atli the Red, the son of Ulf Squint-Eye, the first settler at Reykjanes. Thorgils' mother was Thorgerd the daughter of Alf of Dalir.
As he shouted at the top of his voice: 'The squint-eye is too sharp for us! he turned a somersault.... His expectations were fulfilled. The brigadier suddenly went off into a thin, tearful little chuckle, and laughed so heartily that he could not go on, and stayed still in a half-sitting posture, helplessly slapping his knees with his hands.
"Willis," said a crisp voice. "Squad ship 390. He's up for next call. Playing squint-eye in the squad room now." "Pull him loose," Sergeant Madden ordered, "and send somebody to take the desk. Tell Willis I'll be on the tarmac in five minutes." "Check," said the crisp voice. Sergeant Madden lifted his thumb. All this was standard operational procedure. A man had the desk.
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