to me, white in the eyes, and begs me to give him a good beating.”
He likes the stick, and so do I. Giving Ki
a beating now and then is good for both of us. I always feel better after wallopping Ki.”
Mine host is not more notable for his humour than his kindliness of heart.
No man in San Francisco
has done more than he to get these Asiatics treated fairly by the judges and police.
“ You can form no notion of the impudence of these rascals,” he continues.
“Only the other day, in our rainy season, when the mud was fifteen inches deep in Montgomery Street, a Yellow chap in fur tippet and purple satin gown, was crossing over the road by a plank, when one of our worthy citizens, seeing how nicely he was dressed, more like a lady than a tradesman, ran on the plank to meet him, and, when the fellow stopped and stared, just gave him a little jerk, and whisked him, with a waggish laugh, into the bed of slush.
You should have seen the crowd of people mocking the impudent Heathen Chinee as he picked himself up in his soiled tippet and satin gown!”