Back of one hut was a bit of garden inclosed with a fence of branches and containing much mustard.

Chinese were washing fish.

Shells were exposed for sale, since at any hour visitors from the American settlement might come to traverse the Chinese village, and visitors often bought shells.
Even now, as Jo passed through the street, an old Chinaman beckoned to the lad, and with much mystery unrolled a piece of brown paper and showed a pearl that had come into his possession and that he wished to sell.
Young Chinese girls, with red or yellow-capped babies strapped on their backs, packed or spread the fish.

Some little Chinese boys were arranging dried squids in boats drawn up on the shore.

On one boat was a kind of wooden crane, holding a hanging pan.