China and the West

London, Jack. The valley of the moon. (New York, N.Y. : Macmillan, 1913).
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Once, she even considered taking up with hand-painted china, but gave over the idea when she learned its expensiveness…
It must be like markin' China lottery tickets. He plays hunches. He looks at a guy an' waits for a spot or a number to come into his head…
An' the Golden Gate! There's the Pacific Ocean beyond, and China, an' Japan, an' India, an'... an' all the coral islands…
China's over there, an' in between's a mighty lot of salt water that's no good for farmin' purposes."…
As Saxon went up the narrow, flower-bordered walk, she noted two men at work among the vegetables--one an old Chinese, the other old and of some dark-eyed foreign breed…
And Mr. John Chinaman owns them. They ship fifteen thousand barrels of cider and vinegar each year."…
"I was just telling your husband about the way the Chinese make things go up the San Joaquin river…
Also, he was in debt three hundred dollars to the Six Companies--you know, they're Chinese affairs. And, remember, this was only seven years ago--health breaking down, three hundred in debt, and no trade. Chow Lam blew into Stockton and got a job on the peat lands at day's wages. It was a Chinese company, down on Middle River, that farmed celery and asparagus. This was when he got onto himself and took stock of himself. A quarter of a century in the United States, back not so strong as it used to was, and not a penny laid by for his return to China. He saw how the Chinese in the company had done it--saved their wages and bought a share…
He was only a coolie, and he smuggled himself into the United States twenty years ago. Started at day's wages, then peddled vegetables in a couple of baskets slung on a stick, and after that opened up a store in Chinatown in San Francisco. But he had a head on him, and he was soon onto the curves of the Chinese farmers that dealt at his store…
Trust a Chinaman to know the market…
I'll tell you one thing, though--give me the Chinese to deal with. He's honest…
Mr. John Chinaman goes him one better, and grows two crops at one time on the same soil…
The conversation with Gunston lasted hours, and the more he talked of the Chinese and their farming ways the more Saxon became aware of a growing dissatisfaction…
Billy picked out the bookkeepers and foremen for Americans. All the rest were Greeks, Italians, and Chinese…
"It's become a profession," Hastings went on. "The 'movers.' They lease, clean out and gut a place in several years, and then move on. They're not like the foreigners, the Chinese, and Japanese, and the rest…
They encountered--sometimes in whole villages--Chinese, Japanese, Italians, Portuguese, Swiss, Hindus, Koreans, Norwegians, Danes, French, Armenians, Slavs, almost every nationality save American…
Yet two thriving towns were in Walnut Grove, one Chinese, one Japanese. Most of the land was owned by Americans, who lived away from it and were continually selling it to the foreigners…
They lingered in the hop-fields on the rich bottoms, where Billy scorned to pick hops alongside of Indians, Japanese, and Chinese…
There are plenty of Chinese and Italians there, and they are the best truck-farmers…
When your two come--of course you will pay them fair wages--and we'll make sure they're the same nationality, either Chinese or Italians—well…
A fellow could live in the city a thousan' years an' not get such chances. It beats China lottery."…
The convicts paroled were Chinese. Both had served long in prison, and were old men; but the day's work they were habitually capable of won Mrs. Mortimer's approval. Gow Yum, twenty years before, had had charge of the vegetable garden of one of the great Menlo Park estates. His disaster had come in the form of a fight over a game of fan tan in the Chinese quarter at Redwood City. His companion, Chan Chi, had been a hatchet-man of note, in the old fighting days of the San Francisco tongs…
The taking of a single drink of liquor would provoke that hand to close down and jerk them back to prison-cells. Nor had they freedom of movement. When old Gow Yum needed to go to San Francisco to sign certain papers before the Chinese Consul, permission had first to be obtained from San Quentin…
Also she was devoid of fear, and, according to Billy, could settle the hash of both Chinese with one of her mighty arms…
Gow Yum and Chan Chi, under enormous Chinese grass hats, were planting green onions…