Across the Andes . who knew a camera were chat-tering shrilly in hostile groups, the caged China-men clacking angrily back, and the first officerpounced upon the photographic outfit. Thiscollecting of shillings from the Chinamen andthe method of enforcement is no light-heartedmornings pleasure and is likely at any time toend seriously. Also it could be noted that in theimmediate background were others of the offi-cers and crew following operations, and thearms rack aft of the chart-room was unlocked. Much may be said in favor of the chickencoop method for there was one time, the purserrelated,
Across the Andes . who knew a camera were chat-tering shrilly in hostile groups, the caged China-men clacking angrily back, and the first officerpounced upon the photographic outfit. Thiscollecting of shillings from the Chinamen andthe method of enforcement is no light-heartedmornings pleasure and is likely at any time toend seriously. Also it could be noted that in theimmediate background were others of the offi-cers and crew following operations, and thearms rack aft of the chart-room was unlocked. Much may be said in favor of the chickencoop method for there was one time, the purserrelated, that another purser in collecting theshillings used the fumigating boiler of the up-per deck. Eight obstinate Chinamen wereshoved in and the end-lid clamped on. Anhour of a dark dungeon would be better than THE FIGHTING WHALE 2,7 the airy chicken coop, argued the astute collector—for the chicken coop has been known to proveso alluring that Chinamen have begun servingon their second days shilling before they had. WHEN THE END-UD WAS TAKEN OFF, THE BODIES OF EIGHT DEADCHINAMEN WERE TAKEN OUT. paid the firsthand he was pleased at the franticscrabbling that sounded through the iron it died down—ah, the sullen apathy of therace—and when the end-lid was taken ofif the 38 ACROSS THE ANDES bodies of eight dead Chinamen were taken out,suffocated. It was no end of trouble to that pur-ser for he had to juggle with his passenger sheetand the various port officials so that the shipwouldnt be held in quarantine and make thecaptain and owners peevish and thereby lose hisjob. Caramba, it was lucky they were China-men I Slowly the forty-eight hours on the broilingriver passed away. In the morning of its closewe looked anxiously to the nearer shore for thesign of official life. Except for the stragglingblack pigs, all was lifeless beach and hours passed. It was noon. We break-fasted at that late Latin hour irritably. Pres-ently the placid captain sent a string of sig
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