"The Wyoming Anti-Chinese Riot," Again [pp. 54-60]

"54'he Wyoming Anti-Chinese Riot."
hailed them, and they stopped. Would they
take us to Chalco in their canoe? No.
We offered them two dollars-an enormous
price. No; they were going to the fandango.
Three dollars. No; money was no object.
This was too much. Morphy was boiling
over with wrath. Springing to the edge of
the water he brought his rifle to his shoulder,
and ordered them to put their canoe alongside the bank. They protested, but there
was danger in the blonde barbarian's eye,
and the Aztecs were compelled to yield.
Sulkily they pushed their boat to the bank,
and we all stepped in.
"Now, pull for Chalco," ordered Morphy,
"and, mind you, no treachery'!"
He tapped the butt of his rifle significantly
as he spoke. Seeing that resistance was
useless, and knowing that they would be
well paid for their services, our impressed
crew soon recovered their good humor, and
the canoe sped rapidly down through the
swamps and the rain, and, two hours later,
we were landed on the outskirts of the village of Chalco.
Bidding good-bye to our dusky guides, and
wishing them a bon voyage back through the
dismal wilderness, we turned our faces towards the town. It was dark as Erebus, and
the rain still continued; but Chalco was a
pretentious place, and had a hotel, which
we found eventually, and our immediate
troubles were at an end. Such minor inconveniences as arose from adjusting ourselves to the accommodations of the caravansary shall not find expression in this article. We did object somewhat to sleeping
in our wet clothes, on a dirt floor, in the
same room with six or eight swarthy-looking
citizens-one of whom had the delirium
tremens all night-but it was somewhat better than the next grade of accommodations,
in the corral.
Next day we took the stage-coach, and night
found us once more in the city of Mexico.
"O Tenochtitlan," Morphy apostrophized,
as we rattled down its beautiful streets and
past its stately palaces, "who would dream,
while gazing on thy marble front, that Cathay
is just beyond thy walls!"
Jose did not understand, and so he said,
"Quien sabe? "; but I said "Amen."
D. S. Richardson.
"THE WYOMING ANTI-CHINESE RIOT."-AGAIN.
THE spirit of courtesy that animated the
reply of " T." to my article upon "The Wyoming Anti-Chinese Riot," may well be appreciated, even if regret is felt that one who
writes so ably did so under cover of an
initial, in a magazine accustomed to give
the names of its contributors. The reply is
amiable, hopeful, optimistic. It bears internal evidence of being the work of a religious
teacher; and expresses the ideas of a considerable class in the East and a smaller one
here. As such, and for its apparent conscientiousness, it is entitled to respect, although some of its propositions are startling.
The tenor of his article is, that by the laws
of God and nature, the Anglo-Saxon race
have no more right to the ownership and
control of the territory embraced in the
United States than have the Asiatics; and,
as a corollary, no more right to take necessary measures to preserve here republican
institutions, or Christian observances, than
the Tartars have to bring and establish here
imperialism and pagan rites. He asserts a
higher law, in God's ordinances, by virtue
of which our occupancy gives no right of
control and development, none of protection from the evils of Chinese invasion. Our
possession of this fair heritage, watered by
our own and our fathers' blood, must yield to
any invader, who looks, like Alaric, from his
inhospitable region upon our fair plains, and
leads his swarms, if only he lead them covertly, to dispossess us. This follows, because "the earth is the Lord's, and he hath
given it to the children of men-not to
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