the Five Companies.
Left to their own choice, they show no preference for city life, and give up garbage, reek, and squalor for a lodging on the hill-side, in the midst of wild sage, with the ocean breezes on their roofs.
They are not alone.
With them are many women and children.
Living on the coast, away from white capital and white employment, they are said to make a homely livelihood for their wives and families by catching and drying fish.
A colony of Asiatics, who seek neither work nor favour from the white capitalist, but go out boldly into nature, taking their chances in the primary and heroic, rather than the secondary and parasitical, struggle for existence, raises our curiosity.
Unlike the Mexican
labourers, whom they are driving out of California
, here are people who can live without the Whites!
A trail leads off from Monterey
to this Asiatic village, going by way of Fray Junipero
's Cross and Don Rivera's Castle; but this trail is a mere Indian line, not made for horses, still less for wheels.
We have to trudge on foot.
A walk of two miles from the old Mexican
jetty brings us to a pile of rocks, on turning which we are in China-close to