New-York tribune., 1912-02-25

r.. are bad caterpilarS from different eggs.
r.-'t like each other. Course they don't!
Tie army worm doesn't like the red scale,
..cause they're both bent on the same sort
% mischief
I've always regarded Bung as different
said the Judge. ale has done well, good
and faithful servant. When | first came
here. an invalid from Massachusetts,, we
didn't grow much of anything on the place
but grcaScwoOd and mortgages. Bung
dropped in from nowhere, a haggard, middle
aged Chinaman with one eye. He sad ne
liked the place and wanted to stay forever
which seemed an almost fanatiCal Whlm OF
friendship, considering how the ranch looked
at that time. That Chinaman was certainly
a godscnd to me. He did the heavy work,
blowing and planting and narrowing
wasn't he a help to us, Martha:
He certainly was.' said Mrs. Ohver
thoughtfully. Half the time he cooked!
breakfast for us, and nights he took care OF
Tommy, who was a baby then. He was
crazy about children, like all Cinnamon.
Tommy was two years old, resumed the
Judge Goodness. how fast they grow. l
reckon ne saved the baby's life two or three
,imcS-if you count the time he killed lve-
foo, rattler with dishpan, and the other
.me when Tommy had fever and Bung
rode nine miles on a wild horse to get a
l0.'Or.'
Most Chinks are deathly afraid OF
nu,. 80 said Frederickson.
"Bung is no exception. And | count that
ride .hough it had its comedy features
among the finest acts of moral herolsm l
have ever witnessed.
The smoke wreathS rose calmly while the
insects in the long, dry grass ground their
..,,lc mills. =,
doesn't he flock with other Chinamen?"
asked the man from San Jose.
Never. Bung is a hermit and an eCcen-
--le He never goes TO town. Once month
t9r the last twenty years he has mailed a let
,.~,o Sacramento. There's mystery about
.... man. Must have had some tremendous
TOM with his people, the way he avoids en-
Again the Judge paused. Lord. hate to
T.. him 90! He is the only Chinaman ever
lad who could get along with white help. l
remember back in 9S we had an lrShman
around the place Donnivan had such
deep and noisy racial aversion to Bung that
] thought Id have to discharge EN- Doth TO
keep peace in the family. One day l went
uut with them 10 stack some hay. All morn
ing Bung and Donnivan worked silently to-
rarhc~. side bv side. At noon we sat down
.ohnch under the trees It was Friday, and
ont Of respect for Donnivans religious prln-
ciplcs had included a can Of salmon IN the
basket. He took the can, opened II, and
dumped its entire contents on his plate.
What fo';' shouted Bung, who also liked
fish. Now Bung, me by, said DonmVan,
L don't want 10 fight wild ycz-l got me re-
rgion. and We got youn. oh, | Sable
YOU Ilsh, said Bung swectly And the two
were friends from that day on.
OUT back Of the orchard Tommy Oliver
~ walked laggingly toward ~Bung's cot
tagc.7 The sun was slanting just above the
Coast Range now, and the living tapestry
of mcsquit, oak and mountain laurel hung
rich and splendid against Heavens western
wall. All those wild foothills, mellow with
sun. gave a curious effect Of antiquity. Out
there there must be miraculous shapes Of
people among the foliage, great goat
iimbcd fellows, transplan'cd Ike the vine
wards from the hills Of Thcssaly; subhuman
godlings tipsv with summer and shouting
40. To-" 20 the god Of the silver reeds.
From the lowly brown hut just ahead IS
sued a high, nasal singsong IN dcmlsharpS
and semihats, endless and Elusive. Bung
sat in front Of his dwelling, alone on fruit
crate. praising the sunsc'-Or maybe II was
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