The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-04-16
AprfL /. 1893
nATRoN's REPORT.
WAYS OF THE CHlNAMAN.
Sometimes He's Good But When He's
Bad He's Horrid.
IRON the Nel0 YORK. Herald

bdO ne . L4OIElUs
From the Ne,O York Herald
"Well, ez to Chinymen," said the old
man, as he softly caressed the PROSTITUTION
lobe Of his right ear, 81 dunno. Sometimes
l think they are almost as good as a white
man, and agin 1 figger that Digger In
dian orter to be ashamed TO be found dead
alongside O. one. It's sorter which and
t'other, you see"
Did "a Chinaman ever do you. q bad
turnp | asked,
''Rayther bad. was all alone in camp
on the San Joaquin river when took sick
l was too helpless to move hand or foot
when blamed heather dropped in on me
one day and purceeded to clean out the
ranch. He took everything down to my
butes. l might hav furgiven him but for
one thing. When he'd picked up everything
he could ind he laid his paws on me and
took from my busum tintype which had
bin carryiu' around fur over twenty Vars
1t was tintype Of my dead mother, taken
with her store clothes on. The heartess cuss
not only took it, but calmly informed me
that he should pass it off fur his mother
over in Chiuyl He walked off ana leftme to
die, but the Lord had work fur me to do
and | got we'll. The work cut out fur me
was to travel around the state of Californy
TIL l found that wall-eyed heather and
planted him amidst the daisies, and the Job
was finished and the loose dirt swept up
over ten years ago."
"And you've had Chinaman do you a
good turnp
That's k'rect, stranger. One day up in
the Sierras a snow slide buried my cabin
under twenty feet Of snow. Thar wasn't
nobody inside 'cept me and the heathen,
who was workin' by the month. He hadn't
bin with me long, and hadn't sized him
up as perticlarly good or bad. That snow
slide made thunderin racket fur about
thirty seconds, and then all was quiet as u
graveyard and as dark as a we'll thousand
feet deep. 1t was Ia the month of January
as remember. l hadn't got over bein'
scarf when the heather, who'd shes the door
jest in time to keep the snow out, turns TO
me and SAYS, says be:
"'We hain't got over thirty feet Of snow
on top of US, whar' we might hev had q
hundred or so. Nuthin' like bein' in luck
We kin dig out In q week. Them fellers
down below US are buried 200 feet deep and
won't be beard Of afore next August
- But about the pervishuns2 We hain't
got huff to last us three days.
That's ali right. When the meat and
flour is gone you kin turn TO and eat me,
I'm solid at $50 pounds and you kin spin
me out TO last month. I'd like to git out,
OF course, but Pm no kicker. II wuss comes
to wuss shall consider it my bounden dooty
to be eaten by a white man.
Wasn't that powerful decent In a squint-
eyed heather who never had no briDgin' up
TO speak ofl 1t sot my mind to rest right
away, and took him by the hand and as
sured him that his kindness should never be
forgotten"
But you surely didn't have 10 eat himlo
/ asked.
mo, not quite; but it was a mighty
clus shave. We had to begin diggin' at the
door and slant up the mountain, and the
snow was packed as hard us dirt. At the
end OF three days we hadn't gone over ten
feet All our purvIshuns was gone except
leetls -four and coffee. / was kinder
lookin' at the Chinyman outer the corner of
my eye when be speaks up and says:
II makes my heart ache TO SEQ you