wretches and their hideous partners of the other sex indulge in the lawless pleasure of staking their bottom dollar on a domino.
About these cellars lie the opium dens, to which the gamesters come in their frenzy, and snatch the still more fearful joy of staking their health and manhood on a fume of poppy-juice.
Round that corner stands the great joss house, a large room, hung with screens and banners, dazzling in red
, in which an idol squats; not a Mongolian god, with flat and shaven face, and turned — up Tartar eyebrows, but a Teutonic master, with straight nose, fair moustache, and pointed beard.
Before this foreign idol, tea-cups
hiss and fuzees burn by night and day..
is running over San Francisco
, spreading to east and west, to north and south.
have seized a good part of Dupont Street and Kearny Street, swarmed into Pine Street, invaded Stockton and Pacific Streets, and got their feet in California Street. Some houses in these streets are owned by Mongols.
When Asiatics get their feet inside a door they drive the Europeans out. A European cannot stand the fume and stench, the dirt and din. Thus, shop by shop, and street