The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-04-24
NEW CHINA.

NEW .Ch1NAs
shariea Warren EtoddArd In the COOIfe /
strODEhOld sH San Francisco.
San Francisco Chronicle.
So far we have but nibbled tie she'll of |
this hardest of nuts to crack Open.
sesame Shades Of spesial officers protect
us Back of the highly respectable brick |
buildings On the south side of Sacra-
mentO street there are pits and deadfalls |
innumerable, and over all is the black
ness of darkness, for these moles can |
the murdered Dane. From the noisome |
vats three stories under ground to the |
hanging gardens of the fsh-dryers on
the roofs, there is neither nook nor corner |
butts populous with Mongolisn mongrels |
The better class have their reserved |
quarters. With them there is at least |
space to stretch ones legs without bark |
ing the shins of ones neighbor; but from |
their comfort to the condensed discom.
fort of the impoverished coolie is but
step. Between brick walls we thread
our way, single file, and begin descend
ing into the abysmal darkness. The
tapers, without which it were impossible
| to proceed with safety, bu m teebly in the
double night of that subterranean tene-
ment. Most of the hsbitable quarters
| under the grade are like so many pigeOns
houses heaped together Unfortunately
If there were sunshine enough down
yonder to drink up the
SLIME THAT CLOSES EVERY PLANK,
and fresh air enough to sweeten the mil
| dewed kennels, this highly eccentric
| style of architecture might charm for a
moment by reason of its novelty. There
! is, moreover, a suspicion of the pictu-
resgue lurking about the place = but
heaven save us, howit smells We pass
from one black hole TO another. In the
first there is a kind Of bin for ashes and
[ cosls, and pots and grills-it is the
| kitchen A heap of fine kindling in
one corner, a bench or a stool, as black
as SCOT can paint it, q few bowls, a few
! bits OF rag, q few fragments of food and
a ceolie squattiDg over q fre-a coolie
| that rises out of the dense smoke like
| the evil genii in the Arabian tale There
is no chimney; there is no window
| there is no drainage. We are in q cubic
| sink in which we can scarcely stand
erect. From the hall door pours dense
| volume of smoke, some of it stale smoke,
which our entry has forced out of the
| corners. The kitchen viii hold only 20
much, and we have made havoc among
| the cubic inches. Under foot the thin
planks sag into stan ling pools, and there
IS the glimmer of blue just along the
! foot of the wall Gentlemen, thousands
feed at these troughs. The next apart
ment, smaller yet, and blacker and bluer
and more slippery and shiny, Is
AN UNCOVERED CEss-POoL,
from which sickening stencil arises and
pervades the quarter +; and here are cham>
hers opening upon narrow galleries that
| ar 90
| bridge one another IN a marvellous and
ingenious economy of space that outWits
the invention OF a mere white man.
The majority of these chambers are just
long enough to lie down in and broad
enough to allow space for the narrow
door to swing in between two single beds,
with two sleepers in each bed. The
doors are closed and securely bolted.
Our specials, by authority, demand ad-
1nittanee. There is no response from
within. A group of coolies, who hive
in the Immediate vicinity and have fol~
lowed close at our heels ever since our
descent into the under world, assure us,
ID broken English, that there is no one
within. We suspect, and persist in ouI
: investigations still no response. The
door is then forced by the specials, and
! behold four of the seven sleepers packed
, I
sensible even to the hearty greeting We
offer them. The air is absolutely over
towering; we hasten from the place, but
are arrested in our fight by the specials
who lead us to the gates of the cata
combs and bid ms follow them. know
not to what extent
2 TIE EARTH HAS BEEN RIDDLED
under the Chinese quarter; probably NJ
L L.
|. like q gopher from one living grave tC
D another to escape taxation and the de-
e tectfye. l know that / have threaded
e dark passages cut Ia the earth so marrow
! that two Of US might not have crosseC
+ tracks, so low that often crouched g.
t the doOrways which intercept pursuit p
e unexpected intervals. Here the THE
s and the assassin seek sanctuary. It is |
!. city of refuge for lost soul. They know
the forbidden joys of he'll in that black
/ ened eepuIcher. Dante and Virgil nigh
Z look with sorrowful eyes into the bowel
T of the earth over which we pass dali,
3 and hourly. and behold horrors not les
t appalling than crowd the pages Of tn
q q Inferno.' Even above ground ther
3 are secret ways that elude the eyes c
the most l-igil8nt. The numerous gam
bling bells se so cautiously guaTdei
e that only the private police, who sr
/. said TO be in the pay of the Chimes
s authorities, can ierIet them out. Doo
/, upon door is shut against yous and 20
s are unconsciously spirited sway throug
ether avenues, and
TIE SECRET SIGNALS
\ that gave warning of your approsc
- cause s sudden transformation ia I'd
+ ground plan OF the eftsbiishnent. 70
were fooled, my good sir, and in th
most ingenious fashion. Gambling an
IF Opium-smoking are the ruling passion
Ie among the Chinese. a cooiie viii paw
d any ching and every thing 10 obtai
means with which to indulge in thes
infatuating games OF chance. There al
e many games played publicly, at II
s. restaurants and ia the retiring rooms
the mercantile establishments. M
only cards, dice and donlinoes are con
- mon, but sticks, stFaws, brass rings, etc
sIe thrown il heaps upon the table, AZ