it out, crowd into it, and by their presence make that low and filthy place their own. It seems to them a natural process.
When they get to Rome
, they will drive the Jews out of their Ghetto; when they come to Naples
, they will expel the lazzaroni from their Marinella; just as they have driven the low Irish
and the lower Mexicans
from their old haunts in San Francisco
How these lovers of dirt would revel in the port-side of Alexandria
, in the sacred precincts of Nablous, in the leper-quarter of Jerusalem
Yet, in their native land, there is a vast river population ; people who live in dhows and junks, feeding on fish, and seldom going into towns.
In the Five Provinces these water-people are counted by millions.
Are there no water-people yet on the Pacific Slope
we hear of a group of Chinese
squatters, who have come from San Francisco
, and settled as fishermen on the bluff near Pinos Point.
Scorning to boil shirts, roast mutton, and make roads, like their meeker comrades, these squatters near Pinos Point neither wash nor starch, neither cook nor serve, neither dig nor delve.
They are said to be free men, owing no money, and therefore no duty, to