St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1878-02-15
The Latest Chinese Outrage.

The Latest Chinese Outrage.
[From the New York Spirit OF the Times, Feb 81
1t was noon by the sun; we had finished our game
And was passin' remarks goin back to our claim;
Jones was cOuntin' his chips. Smith-relievin' his
Of ideas that straight" should beat three of
kind"
When johnson, of Elko came gallopin' down,
With look on his face 'twixt grin and frOwn,
And he calls, drop your shovels, and face right
For them Chimes from Murphy's are cleanin'
out
With their ching ring chow
And their chic cOlorow
They're bent upon making
The jOlliest
Its your wash bill, sez he, and answers, you
hel"
But afOre he could draw the others could arm,
Up tumbles the Bates boys who heard the alarm.
And 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 Chinees
Four hundred Chinee
We are eight don't ye seel
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,
And my pardners best shirt and his trousers were
hung
On a spear, and above him were tauntingly swung;
While that beggar Cley Lee like a conjurer sat,
Pullin' out eggs and chickens from Johnson's best
hat;
And Bates's game rooster was part of their loot, "
And all of Smiths pigs were skyiegled to boot,
But the climax reached and liked to have
died
When my demijohn, empty came down the hill
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 arocking that heather, All Sin!
You owe howty dollee-me washee you camp,
You catchee me washee-me catchee no stamp:
One dollar hap dozen, me no eatchee yet
Now that flowty dOleeenO hab how can get?
Me catchee you piggee-me selle for cash,
1t catchee me licee-you catchee no hash;
Me 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 hilee
And catchee-how n2'
Are we men ?" says Joe Johnson land list to this
jaw
Without process of warrant color of law2
Are we men ora chewr Here he gasped in his
speech,
For a stink-pot had fallen just out of his reach.
'Shall stand here idle, and let Asia pour
Her barbaric hordes on this civilized shorel
Has the White Man no countryl Are we left in the
lurch2
And likewise what's gone of the Established
Churchl
One man to four hundred is great odds own,
But this yers a White Mani plays it aloner'
And he sprang up the hillside-to stop him none
dare
Till yell from the top told white Man was
there"
White Man was therel
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
slope,
And we knew for the Heather heuceforth was n,
hope.
And the yells they grew fainter when Peterson
said,
1T simply was human to bury his dead"
And then with slow tread
We crept up in dread
But found next to nothing,
Alive there or dead
But there was his trail, and the way that the,
came,
And yonder no doubt, he was baggng his game.
When Jones drops his pick-axe, and Thompson
says "Shoor'
And both of 'em points to a cage of bamboo,
| Hanging down from tree, with label tina
swung
Conspicuous, with letters in some foreign tongue
Which, when freely translated, the same did ap
pear,
Was the Chinese for saying: "a White Man i
| hereT
| For as we drew near
| In anger and fear,
| Bound hand and foot, johnson
| Looked down with leer!
In his mouth was opium pipe,-which was VIII,
| He leered at us so with a drunken-like eve!
| They had shaved off his eyebrows, and tackled ol
| cue
| They had painted his face of a coppery hue,
| And rigged him all up in a heathenish suit,
| Then softly departed, each man with his loot
Yes, every galOot,
| And All Sin, to boot,
| Had left him there hanging
| Like ripening fruit.
At mass meeting held up at Murphy's next day
| There were seventeen speakers and each had hi
say;
There were twelve resolutions that instantly pass
| ed,
| And each resolution was worse than the last;
| There were fourteen petitions-which grantin
| the same,
Will determine what Governor Murphy's shal
| name.
And the man from our District that goes I'D mex
| year,
Goes up on one issue,-that's patent and clear;
| Can the work of mean,
| Degraded, unclean,
| Believer in Buddha
| Be held a lien?"
Bret Harte.
Diamond Cut Diamoud.
A TALE EXEMPLIFYING THE USEFULNESS
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