William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2

[204] neither good food nor bad, neither kindness nor unkindness, so that he can earn money and save money. At Evanston, an eating station on the heights above Salt Lake, we have a troop of Chinese waiters, dressed in short white smocks like girls, having smooth round faces like girls, and soft and nimble ways like girls.

After passing Salt Lake we find these Asiatics increase in number. In and out, among the valleys at Cape Horn, Toano, Indian Creek, and Halleck, they are settling down in hut and ranch. We find them in Copper Canon and along the Palisades; we hear of them in the White Pine Country, in Mountain District, at Tuscarora, Cornu-opeia, and Eureka. They go anywhere, do anything. One of the race comes up to me at Elko with a bit of paper in his hand, on which is written “Lee Wang, antelope ranch, White Pine country.” Lee Wang cannot speak a word of English, yet he is going up alone into the mining districts of Nevada, to serve an unknown master, who may treat him as a dog. Chinese can live where other men, even Utes and Shohones, die. It is enough for them to scrape abandoned mines and glean exhausted fields. A