The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-02-14
NEW POEM BY BRET HARTE.
The Latest Chinese Outrage.

O.th
zones was countin' his chips; Smith relieVin' his
mind
OF ideas that straight" should beat three of
kind,n
when johnson, of Elko came gallopin down,
with look on his face 'twixt a grin and frown,
And he calls, ''Drop your shovels and face right
about
Eor them Chinese from Murphy's are cleanln' us
out
With their ching-a-ring-
And their chic-colorow,
They re bent upon making
The jol1est row."
Then Jones-my own pardner-looks up with
sigh;
~It's your ,wash-bill," SEE he; and I answers,
" You lie."
But afore he could draw or the others could arm,
Up tumbles the Bates boys. who heard the alarm;
Aud yell from the hilltop, and roar of gong,
Mixed up with remarks like 'Hi vi! Chang-a-
wong,'
And bombs. shells, and crackers that crashed
through the trees,
Revealed in their war-togs four hundred Chinese!
Four hundred Chinee!
We are eight, don't ye see ?
That made square fifty
To just one o. we.
They were dressed in their best, but I grove that
Was largely made up of our own to their shame,
And my pardners best shirt and his trousers were
hung
On spear, and above him were tauntngly swung
While that beggar Cley Lee like conjurer sat,
Pullin out eggs and chickens from Johnsons pest
hat
And Bates game rooster was part of their " loot"
And all of Smiths pigs skyiegled to boot;
And the climax was reached and Ike to nave
died
When my demiiohn, empty, came down the hill
side
Down the hillside
What once held the pride
OF Robinson county
Pitched down the hillside!
Then axed for parley. When out of the din,
TO the front comes a-rocking that heather, All
Sin
&c You owe fiowty dollee-me washee you camp;
You catchee my washee-me catchee no stamp;
One dollar hap dozen, me no catchee yet;
Now that howty dollee-no hab +? how can get?
NE catchee you pggee-me sellee for cash;
Ut catchee me licee--you catchee no "hash;"
Me belly good Sheliff-me lebbee when CAM
Me alice same halp pin as Mclean mani
But Mclean man
He washee him pan
On bottom side hillee,
And catchee-how can"
q Are we NJ" says Joe johnson, sand list to
this jaw,
Without process of warrant or color of law?
Are we men or -achewW-here he gasped in hts
speech,
For stink-pot had fallen just out Of his reach.
" Shall we stand here so idle, and let Asia pour
Her barbaric hordes on this civilized shore?
Has the White Man no country? Are we left in the
lurch?
And likewise what's gone of the Established
Church?
One man to four hundred is great odds, own,
But this yer's White Mani plays it alone !"
And he sprung up the hilside-to stop him none
Till veil from the top told "White Man was
there! :"
White Man was there!
We prayed he might spare
Those misguided Heathens
The few clothes they wear.
They fed, and he followed; but, no matter where
They fed to escape him, the White Man was
there"
Till we missed first his voice on the pine-wooded
And we knew for the Heather henceforth was no
hope
and the yells they grew fainter, when Petersen
said,
eft simply was human to bury his dead"
And then with slow tread
We came up, in dread,
But found next to nothing
Alive there or dead.
But there was his trail, and the way that they
And yonder, no doubt he was bagging his game,
When Jones drops his pickax and Thompson says
Shoe !"
And both of them points to cage of bamboo,
Hanging down from a tree with label that swung
Conspicuous with letters of some foreign tongue,
Which, when freely translated, the same did ap-
pear,
Was the Chinese for saying: GA White Man is
herer'
For as we drew near,
In anger and fear,
Bound hand and foot, johnson
Looked down with leer
An his mouth opium pipe-which was why
BE leered at us so with drunken-like eye!
They had shaved off his eyebrows and tackled
cue;
They had painted his face of coppery hue,
And rugged him all up in heathenish suit
Then softly departed, each with his "loot."
Yes, every galoot,
And All Sin, to boot,
Had left him there hanging
Like ripen1ng fruit.
At mass-meeting held up at Murphys next day,
There were seventeen speakers, and each had his
say;
There were twelve resolutions, that Instantly
passed,
s%A1d each resolution worse than the last
Dhere were fourteen petitions-which granting the
same,
viii determine what Governor Murphy's shall
name.
And the from our district-that goes up next
year,
, Goes up on one issue-that's patent and clear;
" Can the work Of mean,
Degraded, unclsan
Believer in Buddha
Be held as a lien 2"
Spirit Of the Times.