The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-11-10
GRUDGE AGAINST CHINESE.


Mokil is one of the islands of the
Caroline group of the Western Pacific.
The following grewsome story of an
American who once lived on the island
is vouched for by writer in the
Pail Mall Gazette:
One day in November, 1860, small
Sydney trading schooner called off
Mokil. The one white trader living on
the island came off in his whaleboat.
He was an American of about fifty
years, bronze-faced, stout and muscu-
lar and quiet and unassuming. He had
just agreed to supply the captain with
some pigs, poultry and turtle in return
for some European provisions, when
the Chinese cook and steward came
into the cabin. The trader looked at
the man curiously for a moment.
''Is he a Cantonese? he asked the
skipper.
"Ay! he comes from the Kwang Tung
Province, 1 believe"
Thought SO, by the run of his eye.
Been with you long, sir?"
mo. l only shipped him in Sydney
this trip" replied the master.
Presently the American rose. 'Wen,
I guess I'll get along shore, captain.
Perhaps it would be just as well if you
let your steward come with me and
pick out the pigs you want Trust a
Chinaman to tell good pig"
The captain assented to the PROPOSE
ton, and in a few minutes the trader,
accompanied by the steward, left the
ship and went on shore.
An hour afterward the boat returned.
bringing the pigs, turtle and poultry,
but without the Chinese steward.
where's my stewardT asked the
captain.
Hes dead" replied the trader, calm
ly. II shot him the moment 1 got him
inside my house. Now, don't get mad,
captain. Here's a man I've brought
aboard who'll make just as good a
steward as the Chow"
"Why did you murder the mann?
gasped the astonished seaman.
81 didn't murder him. l shot him as
I mean to shoot every Chinaman 1
come across in the South Seas. 1 can
do it down here" Then he told his
story:
when I was a lad of fourteen 1
sailed with my father in a big lump of
a hermaphrodite brig called the Luba.
We were in the China Valparaiso trade.
Left Hong Kong one time under charter
to take thirty-six coolies to Tahiti. My
mother, two younger brothers and my
sister were aboard-had been sailing
in the Luba for nigh on four years.
Mate was my uncle. Regular family
ship. We carried nine hands. 1 lived
for'ard. One night, when we were two
days out, the elbows made a sudden
rush. was aloft with the Swede stay.
ing the top-gallant SAIL They first
killed every man of the watch on
deck, then they went below and slaugh. |
tered every living soul, for'ard and aft |
In half an hour it was all over, and
they lowered the two boats and cleared
out. The Swede and came on decB |
and this is what we saw: My father |
mother and sisters heads were lying |
on the main deck. My two little broth. |
ers, five and seven years of age, were
just trunks-hands, feet, heads gone
and my sisters body (she was seven.
teen Or more, maybe) was disembow.
eled and thrown across the fife rail. |
And every other body was hacked and
slashed about, chunks of flesh lying
around everywhere.
"They had set the brig on fire before
they left. The Dutchman and 1 put
It out. We were picked up by French
barque the same day.
That's why 1 always shoot one OF
the Cinnamon when get a chance"