The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1878-02-15
NEW POEM ny BRET HARTE.
The Latest Chinese Outrage.

NEW POEM BN BhEI hAhAE
The Latest Chinese Outrage.
n, WAS noon by the sun; we had finished our game,
4 ~ were passn' remarks goin back TO our claim
Jones WAS countin' his chips Smith relievin his
mind 80, |
Of ideas that 4" straight" should Deat three Oh
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
For them Chinese from Murphys are cleanin' us
With their ching -a-ring-chow
And their chic-coorow,
They're bent upon making
The jolliest row."
Thon Jones-my pardner-looks up with a
~Its your wash-bili," sez he; and 1 answers
You lie."
But afore he could draw, or the others could arm,
Up tumbles the Bates boys who heard the alarm
And yell from the hilltop, aud a roar g gong,
Mixed mp with remarks like HI Chang-a-
wong"
through the trees,
Revealed in their war-togs four hundred Chinese!
Four hundred Chineei
We are eight, don't ye see?
That made a square fifty
To just one o. we.
They were dressed in their best, but grieve that
that same
Was largely made up of our own to their shame,
On q spear, and above him were taunhngly swung
While that beggar Cley Lee like conjurer sat,
Pullin' out eggs and chickens from Johnson's best
And Bates game rooster was part of their al loot"
And all of Smiths pigs were skyiegled TO boot;
And the climax reached and like to have
died
When my demijohn empty, came down the hill
side
Down the hillside
What once held the pride
OF Robinson county
Pitched down the hillside!
Then we axed for parley When out of the din,
To the front comes a-rocking that heather, All
"You owe nowty dolee-me washee you camp
You catchee my washee-me catchee no stamp;
Ono dollar hap dozen, me no catchee yet;
Now that howty dollee-no hab ? how can get?
Me catchee you piggee-me sellee for cash
1t catchee me lcee-you catchee no "hash;"
Ne belly good Sheliff-me lebbee when can;
Me alice same halp pin as Mclean man
But Mclean man
He washee him pan
On bottom side hillee,
And catchee-how can 2"
" Are we men? ?" says Joe Johnson, and list to
Without process of warrant, or color of law?
Are we men or -achew !"-here he gasped in hts
speech,
For a 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 hillside-to stop him none
dare
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
"It simply was human to bury his dead"
Aud 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
came,
And yonder, no doubt, he was bagging his game
When Jones drops his pickax, and Thompson says
"Shoo !"
And both of them points to a cage of bamboo,
Hanging down from n tree with label that swung
Conspicuous, with letters of some foreign tongue,
Which, when freely translated, the same did APP
pear,
Was the Chinese for saying: "a White Man is
here !"
For as drew near,
In anger and fear,
Bound hand and foot, Johnson
Looked down with leer
IN his mouth was an opium-pipe-which was why
He leered at us with a drunken-like eye
They had shaved off his eyebrows and tackled on a
cue;
They had painted his face of 4 coppery hue,
And rugged him all up in aheathenish suit,
Then softly departed, each man with his " loot"
Yes, every gaoot,
And All Sin, to boot,
Had left him there hanging
Like ripening fruit.
cat IA mass-meeting held up at Murphy's next day.
There were seventeen speakers and each had his
say
There were twelve resolutions, that instantly
passed,
And each resolution worse than the last;
There were fourteen petitions-which, granting the
same,
uyiIl determine what Governor Murphy's shall
name.
And the man from our dstrict-that goes up nex
year,
Goes up on one issue-that's patent and clear
" Can the work of mean
Degraded, unclnan
Believer in Buddha
Be held as lien 2"
-Snirif of the Times.