“You have no vessels of your own?
“ Not yet. Our trade is carried on in English ships, and English sailors hate to carry bones.
It is no part of their religion, as of ours, to be buried on the spot where they are born.”
“Your people all go back?”
“Yes, all good people.
Here and there some Tartar rascals, having no regard for their ancestors, cut their pig-tails and put on Melican clothes.
Not men, but curs.
Except these dogs, all Chinese
go back-when they are dead.”
“Still you are pouring in?”
“Yes; more and more; each season more than ever.
Last year five thousand; this year thirteen thousand; next year twenty-five thousand-perhaps.
In Melica, plenty land, not much people; in China
, plenty people, not much land; so Chinamen like to live in Melica, and go back to China
when they die.”