The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1878-03-06
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anonymous communications.
The Latest Chinese Outrage.
1t 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-relievin'
his mind
OF ideas that " straight should beat "three
OF a kind"
When Johnson, Of Elko, came gallopin' down,
With look on his face 'twixt a grin and a
frown,
And he calls "Drop your shovels and face
right about
For them Chinese from Murphy's are clearin'
us out
With their ching ring chow,
And their chic colorow,
They re bent upon making
No slouch Of a row."
Then Jones-my own pardner-looks up with
a sigh,
"It's your wash BILL" sez he, aud 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 bill top, and roar OF
gong,
Mixed up with remarks like "Hi VI Chang
a-wongl"
Aud bombs, shells and crackers that crashed
through the trees
Revealed in their war-togs four hundred Chi
nees
Four hundred, Chinee
We are eight, don't you see?
That made square fifty
To just one o. we.
They we're dressed in their best, bat l 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 were tsuntingly
swung;
sat
Pullin' out eggs and chickens from Johnson'h
best hat
And Bates game rooster was rt OF theh
"lot,"
And all Of Smiths pigs were skyugled to boot
But the climax was reached and liked to hav,
died
When my demijohn, empty, came down the
hillside
Down the hillside
What once hel the pride
OF Robertson cou ty,
Pitchel down the hillside
Then we axed for parley, When out OF the
din
To the front comes a-gocking that hea'hen, All
Sin
" You owe flowty dolce me wsshee you camp,
You catchee my wdshee me catchee no stamp;
One dollar hap-dozen, me no catchee yet.
Now that howty dollee--no hab how can get
Me eatchee you piggee me selee for cash,
1t catchee me licee--you catchee no "hash;"
Me belly good sheli1-we 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 camp"
Are we men 2" 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 a stink-pot had fallen just out of his
reach
"shall we stand here, as idle, and let Asia
pour
Her barbaric hordes on this civilized shore2
Uo, VII; la
in the luTch?
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 p
Aud he sprang up the hill-side-.o stop him
none dare
Till yell 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-wood.
ed slope,
And we knew for the Heather henoeforth was
no hope,
And the yells they grew fainter when Peterson
said
simply was human to bury his dead"
And then with slow tread
We crept up in dread,
But found nary mortal there
Living or dead,
But there was his trail, and the way that the,
came,