Furthermore, the Chinese were excellent workers, while their fatalistic philosophy (or religion) and their stolid nervous organization constituted them splendid soldiers--if they were properly managed.
But best of all, from the standpoint of Japan, the Chinese was a kindred race.
After a deal of work among the Greek fishermen of the Upper Bay and rivers, where knives flashed at the beginning of trouble and men permitted themselves to be made prisoners only after a revolver was thrust in their faces, we hailed with delight an expedition to the Lower Bay against the Chinese
These early ballads of the Chinese
differ in feeling from almost all the ballad literature of the world.
At the Victoria port he found a confused mass of ships of all nations: English, French, American, and Dutch, men-of-war and trading vessels, Japanese and Chinese
junks, sempas, tankas, and flower-boats, which formed so many floating parterres.
The old man was amazed at this relation, and told us we were in the right to go away to the north; and that, if he might advise us, it should be to sell the ship in China, which we might well do, and buy, or build another in the country; adding that I should meet with customers enough for the ship at Nankin, that a Chinese
junk would serve me very well to go back again, and that he would procure me people both to buy one and sell the other.
It was so learned, long, and so full of the hardest Chinese
words that everyone said they had read it and understood it; for once they had been very stupid about a book, and had been trampled under foot in consequence.
Also, he was in debt three hundred dollars to the Six Companies--you know, they're Chinese
tittered Flora; 'but of course you never did why should you, pray don't answer, I don't know where I'm running to, oh do tell me something about the Chinese
ladies whether their eyes are really so long and narrow always putting me in mind of mother-of-pearl fish at cards and do they really wear tails down their back and plaited too or is it only the men, and when they pull their hair so very tight off their foreheads don't they hurt themselves, and why do they stick little bells all over their bridges and temples and hats and things or don't they really do it?
learning' remain in your report; you have as much right, I suppose, to 'adorn your page' with Zulu and Chinese
and Choctaw rubbish as others of your sort have to adorn theirs with insolent odds and ends smouched from half a dozen learned tongues whose A-B ABS they don't even know.
But Fun See was delightfully Chinese
from his junk-like shoes to the button on his pagoda hat; for he had got himself up in style, and was a mass of silk jackets and slouchy trousers.
In them I recognized the descendants of the ancient Chinese