China and the West

London, Jack. The mutiny of the Elsinore. (New York, N.Y. : Macmillan, 1914).
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I spoke to the steward, an old Chinese, smooth-faced and brisk of movement, whose name I never learned, but whose age on the articles was fifty-six…
I found myself greeted by a delicate-faced, prettily-gowned woman who sat beside a lacquered oriental table on which rested an exquisite tea-service of Canton china…
He pretty old man--fifty-five years, he say. Very smart man for Chinaman…
And then I heard a slight tinkling of china from the pantry as the steward proceeded to set the table, and, also, it was so warm and comfortable, and George Moore was so irritatingly fascinating…
"His name Louis," he said. "He Chinaman, too. No; only half Chinaman. Other half Englishman…
To all intents he was a Chinese, until he spoke, whereupon, measured by speech alone, he was an Englishman…
I found myself neglected, out there on top the draughty house, while Miss West talked chickens with the Chinese ex-smuggler…
Andy Fay and Mulligan Jacobs burn with hatred unconsumable, and the small-handed half-caste Chinese cooks for all. She avers that she loves the sea and the atmosphere of sea-life, yet, verily, she has brought her home-things and land-things along with her--even to her pretty china for afternoon tea…
"I was once on a voyage on a tramp steamer loaded with four hundred Chinks--I beg your pardon, sir--Chinese. They were coolies, contract labourers, coming back from serving their time…
As for the murder, when pressed by me, he gave me to understand that it was no affair of the Japanese or Chinese on board, and that he was a Japanese. But Louis, the Chinese half-caste with the Oxford accent, was more frank. I caught him aft from the galley on a trip to the lazarette for provisions…
And the Eurasian Chinese-Englishman bowed himself away…
"It was an ancient Chinese philosopher who is first recorded as having said, what doubtlessly the cave men before him gibbered, namely, that a woman pursues a man by fluttering away in advance of him."…
And yet, even as Mr. Pike grudgingly admits, he is a good sailorman and second mate save for his unholy intimacy with the men for'ard--an
intimacy which even the Chinese cook and the Chinese steward deplore as unseamanlike and perilous…
Wise, clever, cautious, old Chinese steward! He made no emergence…
I hear the shrill laughter of the steward and Louis over some ancient Chinese joke…
Assisted by the old steward, who knows, as a Chinese ought, a deal about fireworks, and getting my materials from our signal rockets and Roman candles, I manufactured half a dozen bombs…
"They have been fighting," I said. "It is good that they should fight among themselves." But the old Chinese merely grinned and shook his head…