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Updated: June 18, 2025
When Duncan brought his men to the relief of a stranger, set upon and nearly overwhelmed by an angry Chinese mob, that day in Muen Yan's district, he did not imagine what might come of it to his own advantage. I felt, from the minute I heard Lady Moreham's name, that I had gotten hold of the other end of Duncan's mystery, and I have not watched her so closely for nothing, all this voyage.
Si Lee, a middle-aged man with a vast waistband, after looking on with ill-concealed but good-natured scorn, said: "Why didn't ye put the patches inside?" "Didn't think of it," was Yan's answer. "Coz we're goin' to live inside, an' need the room," said Sam.
Where the shadow of the cabin fell, he could see far down in the water, which there became a transparent fair green. Close to the piles, on the tops of which the hut was built, were various fish. Jimmy leaned over. "Mostly suckers," he advised. "Yan's a perch, try him." Bobby cautiously lowered his baited hook until it dangled before the perch's nose. The latter paid absolutely no attention to it.
She watched over him night and day; she studied his wishes and comfort in every way. She prayed by his bedside, and often asked God to forgive her for her long neglect. It was Yan's first taste of mother-love. Why she had ignored him so long was unknown. She was simply erratic, but now she awoke to his brilliant gifts, his steady, earnest life, already purposeful. The Lynx
"Yes, I do; and I'll tell you, if you will promise never to tell a soul." "Ba-ah!" "Well, I just had an adventure with a Lynx up there now, and if you will come with your gun we can get him." Then Yan related all that had passed, and it lost nothing in his telling. His brother was impressed enough to set out under Yan's guidance on the following Saturday.
"Biddy, give Yahn some bread." The loaf, evidently the only one, was cut up and two or three slices forced into Yan's plate. "Mebbe the butther is a little hoigh," exclaimed the hostess, noting that Yan was sparing of it. "Howld on." She went again to the corner shelf and got down an old glass jar with scalloped edge and a flat tin cover. It evidently contained jam.
Up to this period of his life Yuen Yan's innate reverence and courtesy of manner had enabled him to maintain an impassive outlook in the face of every discouragement, but now he was exposed to a fresh series of trials in addition to the unsympathetic attitude which his mother never failed to unroll before him.
Yan's feelings were much like those of a country boy going for the first time to a circus now he is really to see the things he has dreamed of so long; now all heaven is his. And, curiously enough, he was not disappointed. Downey was a rough, vigorous business man. He took no notice of the boys beyond a brief "Morning, Sam," till he saw that Yan was making very fair sketches.
In consequence of his speechless condition he will be unable to support either you or himself by any other form of labour, and your line will thereupon become extinct and your standing in the Upper Air be rendered intolerable." "It is a remote contingency, but, as the proverb says, 'The wise hen is never too old to dread the Spring," replied Yan's mother, with commendable prudence.
Perhaps some day he might get a chance to see Audubon's drawings, and so have all his bird worries settled by a single book. That summer a new boy at school added to Yan's savage equipment. This boy was neither good nor bright; he was a dunce, and had been expelled from a boarding school for misconduct, but he had a number of schoolboy accomplishments that gave him a tinge of passing glory.
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