The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1878-03-06
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OF the country. No notice will be taken oi
anonymous communications.
The Latest Chinese Outrage.
II was noon by the sun, we had finished our
game
And was passin' remarks goin' back to our
claim;
Jones was countin' bis chips, smith-rolievin'
his mind
or ideas that straight should beat "three
OF kind"
When Johnson, Of Elko came gailopin' down,
With look on his face 'twixt a grin and a
frown,
And he calls "Drop your shovols and face
right about
For them Chinese from Murphy's arc cearin
ns out
With their ching ring chow,
And their chic oolorow,
They re bent upon making
No slouch of row."
Then Jones-my own pardner-looka up with
sigh,
"It's your wash bill, sez he, and I answers,
You lie J.
But afore he could draw, Or the others could
arm,
Up tumbles the Bates boys who heard the
alarm.
And yell from the bill top, and roar OF
gong,
Mixed up with remarks like " III yiI Chang
a-wong"
Aud bombs, shells and crackers that crashed
through the trees
bevealed in their war-togs four hundred Chi
nees
Four hundred Chinee
We are eight, don't you sec?
That made a square fifty
To just one o. we.
They we're dressed in their best, bat grieve
that that same
Was largely made up OF our own, to their
shame.
Aud my par lner's best shirt and his trousers
were hung
On a spear, and above him we're tAuntingly
swung,
While that bsggar Chey Lee, like conjurel
sat
rullin' out eggs and chickens from Johnsonl
best hat
And Bates game rooster was rt OF thei
"loIt,"
And all of Smiths pigs were skyugled 10 boot
But the climax was reached and liked to hav,
died
When my demiiOhn, empty. came down the
hillside.
Down the hillside
What once hel the pride
OF Robertson cou ty,
Pitched down the hillside
Then we axed for pArley. When out of the
To the front comes a-Focking that hea'hen, All
Sin
a. You owe dowty dolce me wsshee you camp,
You catchee my wAshee me catchee no stamp
One dollar hap-dozen me no catchee yet.
Now that dowty dollee-no hab how can get ?
Me satchee YOU piggee me sellee for cash,
1t Itcatchee me licee-you catchee no "hSsh;"
Me belly good shelin-we lebbee when can,
Me alice same halp pin as Mclean man
But Melican man
He washee him pan
On bottom side hillee
And catchee-how camp"
care we men2" says Joe johnson, "and list
to this jaw
Without process of warrant, or color of law2
Are we men or-a-chew !" here he gasped 10
his speech
For stink-pot had fallen just cut of his
reach
"shall we stand here, as idle, and let Asia
pour " .fa
Her barbaric hordes on this civilized shore2
Has the White Man no country? Are we left
in the lurch2
Aud likewise what's gone of the Established
Church?
Ono man to four hundreds great odds, own,
But this yers White Mani plays it alor e p
Aud he sprang up the hill-side-.o stop him
none dare
Till yell from the top told ''White Man
was there
A 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-woOd-
cd slope,
And we knew for the Heather henoeforth was
no hope,
And the yells they grew fainter when Peterson
said
Z" It simply was human to bury his dead"
And then with slow tread
We crept up in dread,
a.