The Washington times. (Washington [D.C.]) 1901-1902, 1901-08-18

| fat, circular Chinese hat, and placed 1t on
his head. He carried his United States
| hoe. He marched across the street and
posed in the midst of the cabbage plants
| The camera was aimed. But the far
mer's face was down and in the shadow
| of that big hat. He was blowing rings
| from his cigarette.
| Make tnose yourself, Charley"
The Chinaman raised his head slightly
| but not sufficiently
Always smoke when you're working
| The Chinaman's features came up into
| the light like a flash and he dropped the
| cigarette as If he had been guilty of some
grave offence.
| Click-his picture was in the box
The old man from the orient laughed
| this time and he didn't attempt to run off
| into the house. He talked. Nevertheless
he didn't throw away much information
about farming. He could only describe
the products as China cabbage and China
peas.
What is your name. Charley"
"Chinn"
Front manner
My Mclean Nance"
Yes, sir
My Mclean name is William Henry"
Consequently the complete appelIation
of the Oriental farmer In the picture IN
the garden with a hoe is William Henry
Chinn. who can chin all right In Eng
ltsh. when he pleases. but is no chinner
in any language unless you get good
terms with him in a regular heart to-
heart conversation
The American gentleman. the neighbor
said John Linn. who formerly had a
farm in stoneham. came here about six
months ago. He hired the Richardson
and the Hill fields. and let him have the
lot back of this house to cultivate, as
didn't want it.
Who owns the canary bird? l do.
Does the kitten belong to the Chinaman?
No.
THE hired help on the Oriental farm
often work from dawn until the darkness
of the late evening. But they don't hurt
themselves overworking when the boss
isn't around.
Willie don't know what he is talking
about If he says the cabbage sells for >
cents a bunch. The proprietor gets nearer
40 cents a bunch He starts for Boston in
the morning with four little baskets of
green stuff and he makes more money
out of il than an American farmer would
from four carloads of garden truck.
You should see the China men lug water
from the house to those fields across the
street. No matter how much or how Oft
en- II rains they carry IL Just the same, so
il seems to me. They fill two great buck
cts apiece. hang them at the ends of
sticks thrown over the shoulders-burdens
heavy enough for oxen to bear.
THE boss farmer buys chickens and
turkeys and pigs and transports them to
Boston in his covered wagon. which looks
like fish vehicle. and there he sells them
for profit. have known him to buy poul-
try from single man in town to the
amount of 500 week: and he paid cash,
too.
XIII the chickens on the farm? Well.
| should say not. You couldn't hire a Chi
naman in the city or in the country to eat
fowl that had been delivered dead.
The boss has white girls out here to
call on him Sundays. and he takes them
to ride. He declares they are Sunday
school teachers"
The American gentleman accompanied
the writer to the stable on the premises
and exhibited the swell wagon with red
shafts and red wheels and comfortably
upholstered tseafs on which the ladies sit
while being entertained by drives along
the country highways at this pleasant
season Of the year. The Chinese farmer
has one horse in a stall. the other horse
was in town on business.
Meanwhile Willie Dong had disappear
ed. He had gone down cellar or into the
attic or under the kitchen stove to get
away from the big Black box with the
lens. lie did not reappear until the
strange visitors left Walnut Hin on an
electric car bound for Woburn.-BOston
Globe.