The Chinaman is so stolid and impassive that it is hard to arouse his wrath.

He will bear insults without a murmur for a long time, but in the end he will be stung into madness and he will give force to all his pent up fires of hate that have slumbered like a volcano.

He may wait long without having punished his oppressor, but he will bide his time.

So it was with the Boxers in China whose story is so painfully fresh in the memories of the great legations of the world in Pekin.
The men and women of Chinatown dress very nearly like each other; though you do not meet many women.

The Chinaman wears a blouse of blue cotton material or other cheap, manufactured goods.