. The American metropolis, from Knickerbocker days to the present time;. how friendly he was with the police. TomLee grew fat, his smile broadened until it was ayard wide; and then, when there was no cloudupon the horizon larger than a mans hand, andthe days of Lexow had not arrived, he shook thedust of Chinatown off his feet and went to live inan American district, and to enjoy the fortunewhich the god of luck had bestowed upon him. Ihave met a good many of the denizens of China-town. I have seen them under many different cir-cumstances. They have been an interesting study,and I have been dee
. The American metropolis, from Knickerbocker days to the present time;. how friendly he was with the police. TomLee grew fat, his smile broadened until it was ayard wide; and then, when there was no cloudupon the horizon larger than a mans hand, andthe days of Lexow had not arrived, he shook thedust of Chinatown off his feet and went to live inan American district, and to enjoy the fortunewhich the god of luck had bestowed upon him. Ihave met a good many of the denizens of China-town. I have seen them under many different cir-cumstances. They have been an interesting study,and I have been deeplj interested in their strangecustoms and the operations of their national a, body they are a dangerous, useless and dis-gusting lot of people. Here and there I have foundan individual who provoked my admiration for sometraits that were developed in him. One man amongthem I found to whom my heart warmed, eventhough his character is not approved by the name, Ding Dong, has a sound of determina-tion in it. He is bold, plucky, resolute and true. 414. SKETCHES OF CHINATOWN, MOTT STREET. New York. Vol. Twd. p. 414. NEW YORK CITY LIFE His heart is generous, and he would sacrifice him-self to serve a friend. These characteristics, so un-usual among the Chinese of our Cit}-, are evidentlydue to Tartar ancestrj. In the days of the LexowCommittee, when I pursued my inquiries into theways and methods of Chinatown, I felt safe whenDong Fong was at my right hand. One day I toldthe old villain so. I said: Dong, they say youare a bad man, you get mad sometimes and hithard with your fists, and you have been in prisonfor fighting. They say 5ou drink too much ricewine and it makes your blood hot; but, Dong, Ilike 3ou, I trust you, I know you will not betrayme, and I am not afraid of Chinese blackjacks ordaggers in dark hallways when you lead the grinned, stuck out his old heathen paw, andsaid bluntly and gruffly: You speak to my on! I am tempted at this ti
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