I have a great respect for the Chinaman, and he is a good servant and a faithful friend.

Such a Chinaman as Li Choo I knew in British Columbia, and all I did was to throw him on the Eastern side of the Rockies, a few miles from the border of the farthest Western province.

The Chinaman's death was faithful in its detail, and it was true to his nature.

He had to die, and with the old pagan philosophy, still practised in China and Japan, he chose the better way, to his mind.

Princes still destroy themselves in old Japan, as recent history proves.
YOU NEVER KNOW YOUR LUCK PROEM Have you ever seen it in reaping-time?
A sea of gold it is, with gentle billows telling of sleep and not of storm, which, like regiments afoot, salute the reaper and say, "All is fulfilled in the light of the sun and the way of the earth; let the sharp knife fall." The countless million heads are heavy with fruition, and sun glorifies and breeze cradles them to the hour of harvest.