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o-« ia iu i Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1879.by FRANK TOUSEY, in theoffllce of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. 0. Vol I 3 aay ae. t November 5, 1879, FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 0 ' 12 5. F. Subscription price, PRICE t 116 Nassav Street, N. Y. $2.50 per year. ; 5 CEN'TS. 5 Ne. 183. : Chips and Chin Chin. By PETER PAD. Th 7 AN\\y i (A fils iil Wt , ih Heh [ ! Why V\\ eel “ Ye dirty haythin, ye!" she yelled, and seizing him by the piatail, she pulled him down on the floor, where she hammered him lustily. CHAPTER I. ‘ he knew, and had worked his way thus far|cluding considerable ventriloquism, whick Be through life within its boundaries. had learned by seeing performers at the variety He had never been to school a day in his life, | theaters, and persevering until he could imitate but he was one of those apt little fellows who and equal them—yes, and in some little things can pick up and learn more in the streets than ani active as the: make ‘em anywhere. excel them, some boys can learn by going to school all their| This arousing art he had learned and practiced Who he was, proved to be a conundrum which | lives. for the entertainment of his hoodlum associa’ ae never could solve, for ever since he could re- In San Francisco they call such fellows Hood- | while his daily bread and butter, if earned member he bad been called “ Chips,” and never |Iums, but Chips was superior to this class in | all, was earned by blacking boots, selling papers, knew any other name. , many respects, sithougls he had almost always | and doing little odd jobs. Francisco, California, was his home, if he | associated with them. He had picked upalittle| But whatever fortune awaited him, he was ab ‘ead any, for there he had always lived. so far as | of everything that he had ever seen or heard, in- | ways a jolly, free-and-easy, “ Crips.” Well. let’s find out about him first. ‘ He was about fifteen years of age, but always a little bit of a fellow, although as bright, smart —_ | oe —
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2 CHIPS AND ORIN CHIN. looking fellow, ready for fun of almost any kind, from bothering Chinamen to frightening an old woman by imi- tating a dog at her heels. This was Chips. Now for Chin Chin. ‘As you probably suspect from the name, he was a China- man, an almond-eyed Celestial, about forty years of age, although there was nothing, certain regarding this, since all Chinamen look about the same age, from the time they get their growth until they die of old age; and, in fact, there is nothing certain about Chinamen anyway, only that they will eat rats and steal whenever they have an opportunity. But Chin Chin was in many respects an exception to his race. They are generally thrifty and industrious; he was shiftless and inclined to beat his way through the world withoué work. He} been in California several years, and had managed to pie -4p considerable of the ‘‘ Melican Man’s” talk, to- ther with his ideas of speculation and love for whiskey. , ut so many of his fellow-countrymen had come to seek homes and fortunes in the Golden state, and they were so ready to work for almost anything, that Chin Chin at length became disgusted, and had visions of the east and New York. ' = New York, he had heard, was the paradise of men who get along without work, and he longed to reach it; but without a cent in his pocket, and New York three thou- sand miles away, the prospect of ever reaching it seemed rather blue and remote. But finally he made up his mind to tranip it, steal rides and whatever he conld, whenever he could, and so take chances at reaching New York. it was no trouble at all to pack his trunk, for he could carry all of his worldly possessions in a pill-box, with the exception of what he wore on his back, and that might have been crowded into a collar-box easily. He tried to persuade some of his friends to come along and partake of a tramp’s luck with him, but they refused; and so one day he started off all alone. Going to the freight depot of the Union Pacific R. R., over to Oaklend, he watched his opportunity and stowed himself away in a freight car that was loaded with wheat, billed for Chicago, Ill. *“Muchie damie goodie, so be,” he muttered, as he bur- rowed down into the grain to get out of sight. ‘* Eatie wheatie an’ no starvie, so be. Ridie big long like dam, an’ no catchie. Hi—hi! Melican man muchie big fool like Chinaman more so, evly time. Nuffy goodie;” and hearing somé one moving on the top of the car, he ducked his head down under the wheat, and remained as still as a mouse. . Now, it so happened that Chips had heard of the great cities and GHenE peckpects eastward, and he also wa, 3 his mind to leave Gaiifornia and try his luck in some other locality; for he possessed a roving nature, and would have gone to Sea on many occasions if he had only been large enough to be of any service. Finally he made a start, and resolved on beating his way eastward the best he could. baring heard much of people stealing rides on the freight trains, he concluded to try his luck at it, and curiously enough stole into thé same car where Chin Chin had only just burrowed his way into the gain. “« Oh, spiders! how’s this?” said he, gazing upon the car half filled with loose wheat. “I guess not. If I can’t hide in that wheat, and live on it, too, for a weck, my mame arn’t Chips; whist!” ced cautiously around, and seeing no one looking he leaped nimbly in, and began tramping around to find a t to burrow in. ‘T's sour on ’Frisco, I is, an’ here goes for givin’ it a dead shake,” he muttered. F > aig ie _—* “ = of the others. **Oh, cussie, damie!” they heard, in smothered tones, down somewhere in the grain. **What in thunder is that, anyway?” said one of the teamsters, looking a trifle alarmed. — ** Let’s see what it is,” and together they both entered the car, and began tramping around. Before long one of them planted his big foot ow the top of Chin Chin’s head, after he had worked himself ont from under the heavy bag. “‘Ouie! cussie, damie!” he yelled, and then the teametar, suspecting the truth, pushed away the grain, and pulled Chin Chin out by his,pigtail, he yelling all the while like a real pig whose corkscrew narrative was being led. e What the blaaes are you doing here?” Bane the man, as the poor devil regained his feet. Chips, in the meanwhile, was laying Jow, and hoping that nothing would either befal or fall on him. *« What are you doing here? ing to steal a ride?” “‘ Ouie, noe! ondly sleepie liddle bittie, so be,” said Chin, looking as innocent as a spring lamb.
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CHIPS AND **Too thin, John, too thin,” said they both. **Muchie too thickie; like more. Me bang-up China- man; me can no tellie lie.” “Too thin. Bounce!” said they, pointing to the door. “x eae no lie; me good Chinaman, square,” he pleaded. “Git? « Paddle!” » Dust out!’ and seeing there was no help for it, poor Chin Chin reluctantly left the car, although he congratu- lated himself that his pockets, belly and boots, were full of wheat. ** Makie damie much stinkie bout liddle ride,” he mut- tered, as he walked out upon the platform of the depot. ** Now, let’s see if there’s any more of ’em hidden away in the wheat,” said one of the men, at which Chips bur- rowed still further down into the grain. **Tt would spoil the sale of the wheat if it was known, that’s sure,” replied his companion. They searclred around for some time, tramping down ‘deep into the grain, and at last one of them stepped upon Chips. ** Ah, here’s another one!” said he. ‘Why, confound it, the wheat is full of em! Come out here, John,” and reaching his hand down into the grain, he tried to find - another Pigtail; but, failing that, he pulled Chips out by the nape of the neck. *That’s not a Johnnie,” said one. “© No, it’s a hoodlum. What are you doing here?” *<Stealin’ a ride, of course. hat’s der matter wid yer?” said Chips, indignantly. ‘* Well, you’re a nice plum to steal a ride, arn’t yer? Where'd yer come from, ’Frisco?” f ** Yes, an’ yer might let a feller ride.” *©You just bounce out o’ this! set a trap wid!” and Chips was hustled out. * Wonder how many more there is here?” and they con- t aued the search, while Chips and Chin Chin stood looking in at the door. Chips saw a chance for a little fun, and so, imitating a smothered voice, he called out to be released. _* Yes, by thunder, there’s another!” said they both, and at it they went to find him. «* Where are you?” “* Under der bags,” came the smothered voice of Chips, and so like reality it seemed, that the men both began to throw aside the bags. As the first one struck about ten feet away towards the forward end of the car, a grunt of pain was heard, and _ both men stopped work. fellow out ‘Hang my Ebenezer, if there arn’t another one over there!” . - “T told yon the wheat was full of ’em. Let’s get this .” and taking up another bag, they threw it towards the other end of the car, when another grunt of anguish was heard. **Great Jiminy! there’s still another one! Well, them chaps in the freight-house at Oakland must be a careless lot of galoots,” **You are right, they are!” and again they began to dig down among the bags and grain in search of the other Chinaman who was supposed to be there. But of course they did not find him, and so they went | to the other end and began to dig for the other. Chips, in the meantime, was throwing his voice first in ene end of the car and then in the other, making it sound #as though the people who were supposed to be buried there _ were crying to get out. ul ae it so much that he almost forgot the ‘bounce he h ___As for Chin, he was as much puzzled as the men were. He couldn’t understand how so many beats besides himself could get into the car without being seen, nor could he ~* Git, or I'll take yer ter / CHIN CHIN. understand why they were not dug out and bounced out, as he and the little fellow had been. “Oh, let *em go to thunder,” said one of the men. ‘*Let’s unload this corn. It won’t be any great loss if a few Chinamen do get smothered.” ‘No, only it will spoil the wheat.” ‘* Well, that won’t hurt us any. Come along.” So they resumed the unloading of their corn, and Chip» and Chin Chin started sorro towards the city. They eyed each other for some time without saying a word, for they both felt mad and foolish, and wanted to club themselves for having such luck. ‘* Hoodleum?” asked Chin, finally. ‘*No, I’m a fool. But if it hadn’t a been for yon I shouldn’t have been bounced,” replied Chips. **Me bouncie, too, so be!” said Chin, evidently thinking that this fact would make Chips feel better. ‘Me alle same, like you, damie foolie; all same, damie beat,” and he laughed gleefully. **Who be you, anyway?” “*Me Chin Chin; goodie, nice like Melican man, so be.” “* Where are you goin’?” ' ‘*Hapsie don’t know; takee chance, go Noo Ork, big nice.” “‘You’re a tramp, hey?” ** No; me ridie spect, when can.” “Yes, an’ hoof it when yer get bounced.” ‘Plenty mo Chinamen in wheatie.” Chips smiled at the deception he had cansed. “* Makie you name whatie?” ‘*My name! Oh, my name’s Chips.” *‘Chipie? Go run, hop skippie way from *Frisco?” «Yes, I’m sour on ’Frisco. onder what place this is a ae ** Saclamento.” ‘Sacramento? Well, I'll be hanged! Why, we must have ridden all night in dat bloody car. Got any soap?” he added, looking up at Chin. ' ‘-Soapie? No, me no washie.” “Got any cust?” ‘«Dustie op hat, so be. Wheatie in pocket,” and sitting down, he pulled out about two quarts of wheat, while a grin overspread his mug that tala ede satisfied he was. “*Got any money?” “One, two bittie, so be. You bittie?” he added, ear- nestly. ‘ ‘Not a bit; P’m scooped out,” said Chips, resolved not to acknowledge the few bits he had about him. «So be! Muchie damie too dead bustie.” ‘* That’s so, Chin Chin; we’re-two orphans.” **Se be!” said Chin, rolling his almond eyes. “Two poor, fatherless children.” *““Muchie damie r housie; chi—chi! Wheatie, you betee,” said he, suddenly recovering from his gloomy looks and taking a mouthful of wheat. ‘* Well, where shall we go now?” “*Go tramp; so be.” j ‘‘Take the railroad track?” “ Goodie, guess. Walkie muchie?” ‘* Walk! been on my pins ever since I was born, I reckon. But let us ae what pe or sep: next this;” saying which, he started off towards the epot. ‘Gum to the window of the ticket-ofilee he asked for a rail map. The man in the office looked down at him very much as a mastiff glowers ~ poodle. “‘What do you want it for?” he asked, at length. «For Mr. Chin Chin rh : “Chin Chin! who the devil is he?” “Why, he’s a nabob. Got slathers of money, an’ ’m goin’ ter take him on east; see?” said Chips, Chinaman; bang uppie. an lly along the platform — down upon a en
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back again; the next place on the ma CHIPS AND CHIN CHIN. “He looks like a nabob, that’s a fact. washing for?” said the agent, sneeringly. **Hold on, boss; take a quiet tumble now, and don’t give yerself away. He ain’t got his good harness on now, but don’t make any mistake about him; he’s got the dust, ‘so trot out the map, for he wants to see the route.” “* Wants to see whether it is cheaper to ride or walk, toes he?” said the agent, laughing, and handing him out a folied map and time-table, such as the railroad companies give away. “Qh, how fresh you be! Id like to help mister,” said Chips, running from the room, Chin Chin. “ Gittie?” «You bettie.’ ** Readie?” ** Muchie.” **Go schoolie?” * Of course; but I hurt my feelings so I couldn’t go any more; but you bet I can read, Now, let’s see,” said he, after going a short dis- tance, “‘ here we be,” and he ran his fingers along the map. ** Muchie eer eee — Chin Chin, as he stood ing admiringly upon his little companion. rs "Prisco; here’s the bay; haeos Oakland, where the cars start from, and here’s Sacramento.” «Yes, nice placie,” mused Chin. “And the next station is Stockton—no, that’s going is Newcastle, twenty-six miles from Sacramento. Let’s hoof it to there an’ then perhaps we ¢an hook a ride.” “* Hookie now all same.” ** No, these chaps have spotted us. We must hoof it.” ** So be,” said Chin, stolidly. Going back to the depot, they each took a drink of water and freshened up for a start. The ticket-agent spotted them. ‘Well, how about the celestial nabob; has he made up his mind to ride or walk?” he asked, laughing. **Oh, you go out in the sun an’ ripen,” said Chips, con- temptnously. ‘ “ ee **T oness you'll get well ripen ore many days.” “All right; T’ll send you back a woe Fo geese _ © No, never mind; I don’t want anything seedier than you are now.” “Don’t yer go out in der sun, ole man; you’re so fresh you’d spile in no time,” said Chips, laughing. * You get out or I'll spoil you!” said the agent, ah ed up a paper-weight to throw at him, at which both Chips and Chin Chin skipped out on the double quick. ‘Get more say than Chinaman,” said’ Chin. ** Yes, he should be named Chin Chin.” Taking to the track, they walked along at a a brisk pace, in the course of an hour had left the beautiful eity of Sacramento behind them. Chips was in high spirits, but Chin Chin seemed to feel that he was not being treated or er in thus oeing bounced out of his ride and having ou, a we i ollow “* How muchie now?” he asked, at lengtn. ** How much what?” ** Hew muchie mo’ to Noo ’Ork?” Ghips looked at his faltering companion a moment, and then began to laugh heartily. He had studied the journey y well, and knew about how far it was from the Pacific to the Atlantic coast, although in realitv he didn’t care whether he ever got to the end ofthe route or not, so long as he got away from San Francisco. $f ie laughie *bout?” he asked, sadly. “Oh, we are almost there, Chin,” said **How muchie come?” Who does he do | tumbled down on the track all in a heap, so utterly was he overcome, **Oh, brace up, old man!” said Chips, laughing at the weakening performance. “Oh, hellie! Oh, damie!” he groaned. ‘* Brace up, and come along. We'll hook a ride by-and- by,” said he, encouragingly. **Oh, cussie—cussie! Me go back.” : **Not much! Come along!’ and Chips lifted him up by the arm. a The fact was, Chin Chin had got the idea into his head somehow, that he could walk the distance in two or three days, and when he understood that it would probably take him three or four months, his heart failed him It required considerable urging on the part of Chips to get him to resume the journey, but he finally got him going again, and they walked on till dark, at which time they fetched up at a little station about ten miles from got kicked out the second day, an’ it | Sacramento. There was a shanty which answered for a depot, although there were no houses in sight, or any person who ap to have anything to do with the station. But there werea couple of freight cars standing on a side track, one of them. being a box car, and the other a platform ear on which | stood three or four large empty hogsheads. : They sat down there in the twilight, and made a supper on the wheat which they found in their pockets, and some fruit which they had cribbed on the way. There thes sat, a genuine pair of tramps. i ‘Well, Chin, how do you feel now?” asked Chips, ater they had finished. ** Better in bellie, so be, but damie fool in head all same,” replied Chin, ruefully. “* What are you a fool about?” **Tree thousan’ milie!” he groaned. **Oh, that’s nothing! Wonder what’s in the big bar — rels?” and leaping upon the platform car, he made it hig business to investigate. “Oh, bully, Chin!” ‘= “‘ Whatie bully? , “‘There’s nothin’ in ’em but a little straw. Here's — where we’ll take a sleep ter-night. See?” a Chin climbed up to see for himself, and being satisfied, — he proceeded to occupy one of them without further loss of time, while Chips got into another. ** How is this for high, Chinny, ole man?” oe ‘ Belly big,” said he, and then he nestled down into the _ straw, and was soon asleep. In fact, they both went to sleep almost as soon as they got the loose straw over them, for they were very tired, and quite used to that style of bunking. And whata — sweet sleep it was, and how quickly they forgot that they were tramps with a long journey before them. _ It was nearly daybreak when they were aroused by a — sudden bumping against the car. 'y both leaped to — their feet, and looked out over the edges of their sleeping- rooms. _ Chin Chin was utterly confused, but Chips took in the e situation at a P very- A freight train had come along, — and had coupled on the two empty cars. ca All right, Chin; we’re going to get a ride after all Oh, [ guess not,” he added, as one of the brakemen — climbed up on a forward car, and swung his lantern as a — signal to the engineer. “ The train was soon under headway, and ‘so good did Chips feel at their streak of good luck, that he danealaie se Meankacieh among his straw. R ** Muchie bully,” said Chin. ey -- “You bet: e two orphans arn’t out in the cold much 4 of any; hey, what d’yer say?” ats ** Makie noise, gettie bounce.” Sy bag ee GO ee le A ae ee
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CHIPS AND CHIN CHIN. 4 and make up the worst looking face that ever was seen upon an ugly mug. “Oh, damie—damie! Stopie—stopie!” he yelled, in his Piping little voice. ; ‘What's the matter? Got the jims?” * Stopie—stopie!” 6* What for?” asked Chips, looking around. ** Go backie—go backie! « What?” ** Go backie Saclamento like hellie!’’ “Ts that so?” ** Lookie!” and the Chinaman pointed toa hill by which they had walked the evening before. **That’s so, by thunder! We must jump off,” said Chips, peeping from his hogshead. he train by this time had got well agoing, and was making at the rate of twenty miles an hour towards Sacra- | mento. _ *Jumpie?” | Yes. Comeon. We can do it easy enough.” f * Alle yite,” and crawling from his hogshead, he follow- | ed the example of little Chips, and stood at the edge of the ) platform—ready for a leap. » Chips had his eyes open, and watching for a favorable ; eel. Finally the train began to cross a piece of _ soft, marshy ground. [ ** Now!” cried Chips, and hé leaped out into the air, fol- "lowed by Chin Chin. | They had both miscalculated the rate of speed at which | the train was moving. Chips, however, being the lightest, _ was not influenced by it so much, but poor Chin Chin went _ spinning through the air like a broken kite, and landed _ head first in a slough, into which he went nearly half the | length of his body. ___ Chips struck squarely upon his feet, but the soil being _ very soft he went into it up to his knees, and had consid- _ srable difficulty in getting out. ‘4 ___ Seeing the predicament Chin Chin was in, he ran to his assistance, and succeeded in pulling him out of the mud. _ Bat what a sorry-looking Chinaman he was! ae Eyes, mouth, nose, ears, all full of black mud, to say _ aothing of the wind being nearly bounced out of his body. _ “Hurt yer much, pard?” asked Chips. “Oh, damie—damie!” he said, faintly, at the same time spitting out a mouthful of mud. “Well, yer wind-pipe’s all right, anyway,” said Chips, _ smiling in spite of himself at the comical figure of his part- ner in disappointment. i Alle here?” he asked, spitting and digging out more soil, at the same time feeling of himself. You seem ter be. Any bones bust?” Me bustie allie olver. Oh; cussie, damie!” _ Come up on the track,” said Chips, leading the way. _ Me damie fool all same evly day, so be,” he growled, as he followed for dry land. _ It took balf an hour’s scraping and washing to get Chin sions of sorrow and disgust which the poor devil let fall ‘regarding his luck. Tt was a wonder that he hadn’t turned out broken _ China, for had anybody seen him as he made his leap for a topping-place, they wouldn’t have given an old tomato can ~ forhim. Fortunately for his neck and bones, however, the mud was soft, and ready to receive him for better or “ Rather bad luck we’re oie. a.” _ Cnussie debel Inckie, so be, b: Be said Chin. _ “Never mind, Chin; a bad beginnin’ makes a good en so I’ve hearn say.” ioe akie damie neckie, ’haps; zen what?” ‘Oh, that settles it, of course. But come on; let’s take ‘before breakfast, just to get up an appetite.” BS F gies yh a aL ~_ - ye 4° “ 478." ee ie oe Wprbebtiget! p>) Soa 2 ot A os Ree eee ele 27" 5 ke = b4 FERRE e! teat tek 8a eos The 'Chinaman looked at the little tramp with great as- tonishment. “‘ Appletite?” he asked. “‘Of course. Come on. appetite, can we?” ‘‘ Better walkie an’ find bleakflast fo’ appletite. So be guess, all same,” and he attempted to wit, as he followed slowly along after his companion. ‘All the same in Dutch.” ‘¢ Not allie same in China, so be.” “Well, you won’t know the difference a hundred years from now. But come along. It’s only a little way back to where we started from.” Hobbling and grumbling, at the rate of two grumbles to one hobble, he followed Chips, and in about half an hour they reached the station from which they had so un- expectedly started the wrong way. y Chin Chin sat down to. rest, while Chips went hunting around to see if he could find anything for his appetite, having found that without much trouble, The little wheat that each had left was shaken ont of their clothes, and poor Chin was almost despairing; but after going a few rods, Chips found evidences of habita- tion, although this did not interest him half so much as did a good fat rabbit, which he found in a snare by the side of a little path in the woods. Taking it carefully ont, and setting the trap again, he ran back joyfully to Chin Chin, and away they went down We can’t eat until we get an? the road so as to be out of sight. Stocks were up with - Chin once more, and as he was a tolerably good cook, he roceeded to dress the rabbit, while Chips made a fire to roil it with. While they were eating it, a passenger train thundered by, but they were so happy that they ey envied those who were able to ride in it, for when a fellow gets right down to the hard pan of life, it takes only a little to make him feel both happy and contented. They were just gathering up the fragme breakfast, calculating to take it along for: dinner, when a huge, red-nosed, ragged tramp, flourishing a big horse pis- tol in each hand, sprang upon them, with froth in his month and terror in his eye. - : ‘“‘ Ha, villains, I have ye!” he yelledS in a hoarse, wild yoice. ‘* Yer money or yer fives!” _ Both Chips and Chin Chin were frightened-nearly out of their wits. Chin fell wpen his knees, and implored mercy with his looks, for he couldn’t speak a word, while Chips muttered something to himself. “Come, shell ont! Give me yer money, young feller!” «¢ TI haven’t any,” stammered Chips. “©Come here; lemme see,” and he went through him in a twinkling, taking three or four dollars,.all the poor fel- low had, after which he went through Chin Chin, and was rewarded by ewo “‘ bits.” ‘* Now, then, trot ont that grub. What business have two such suckers as you a eatin’, an’ honest men like me a roceeded to devour goin’ hungry? Hurry up,” and he , what there was left of the rabbit, showing that he had found an appetite some time ago. : Chips had his eye on the big rascal’s pistols, which he had Jain down by his side. PART IL Wuits the big ruffianly tramp who had overtaken then. at their rabbit breakfast, and robbed them of what they had left of it, as well as what little mouey they had, was eating, Chips was watching his huge horsé pistols, which he had placed on either side of him as he squatted down to eat. Chin Chin also recovered from his fright when he found that his head was not going to be blown to pieces, and then he was us mad as a bob-tailed mule. He was also eying the pistols, seeming to understand that his little friend was good for one of them if he could get the other. ‘ — : 41 : tak Key 7. ugh at his owe nts of. their 4 4 i
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4 CHIPS AND CHIN CHIN. Se —— The hoggish highwayman-tramp concluded that he had them thoroughly frightened, and so was gorging himself with the meat, when, quick as a flash, Chips snatched one . of the pistols and Chin Chin the other. “Here! Thunder an’ brass spuns, put down them ere weepins or I'l eat yer both!” yelled the ruffian, at the same me nearly choking himself with the meat. ‘“* Not much,” said Chips, starting away a few paces and ‘cocking his pistol. ‘‘ Notie muchie, if he know hiself putly good,” chimed Chin Chin, following Chips’ example. ‘What in blazes are yer goin’ ter du?” « Putie down damie klick,” added Chin, «*Come out with our dust.” «« Dustie out some klick, so be.” * Boy, I'll feed cyoots with yer.” *« No yer won't, ole man,” replied Chips, firmly. «And as for this heathen Chinee, I’ll grease the track with him and stop a train.” **Come down klick,” and Chin approached from one side while Chips went for him on the other. ** Shell out.” : “ All right, boys, I'll. shell,” said the bully, suddenly toning down. ‘* Put down them pistils.” “Nary once. Shell out.” “ Klick, or off go headie, pop!” added Chin. «* Wal, here you are,” said 1%: producing the money with a very bad grace, and throwing it back tothem. ‘I war only foolin’ wid yer, boys, that’s all.” * An’ we’re only in earnest with you. Now you dust out or we'll bore holes in yer.” “*No. Makie sheilie out more.” fs el Got any powder or bullets?” ae Yo. 7 2 bd «Got anything else?” Le No. ” * Here, Chin, take this other pistol and cover him while 4 go through him and see what he has got,” said Chips, banding him his pistol. “What? Great America! Would you commit highway robbery on a chap?” he asked, in astonishment. ‘* What did yon de to us? Show up!” saying which he proceeded to go through the -big raffian in the most ap- proved style, while Chin Chin, with a pistol in each hand, was dancing around in high glee, and keeping all thoughts of resistance out of the feilow’s head. ‘** Makie damie cussie shelly out!” he would cry every now and then, and seemed to be in ecstasies over the pros- pect of getting something that did not belong to him. But the “shell” didn’t amount to much beyond a small bottle of powder, some caps, and a few bullets, which were, in fact, just what 8 wanted. Besides this there were a few odds and ends 0 bag bre, almost, such as tramps pick up and carry along with them, not becagse of their value or usefulness so much as because they had opportun- ity for stealing them. “Now yon let out yer legs an’ dust,” said he, after get- ting the ammunition. _ *Makie dusty kick up like hellie: Hop skippie!” put in Chin Chin. ‘sow look a here, sonny, this yer arn’t jist kersactly the cheese,” said he, whiningly, “ let’s kinder jine in an’ tramp together.” ** Not any. You’re bad.” “ Nonsense. A chap’s got ter geta livin’ somehow, you know. I’m a fust-class - ? ; “Yes; but we aren’t a travelling fust-class. Git out; _ opal be found dead in your company; would you, in?” Me allie samie likie you, so be,” replied Chin. “Wal, yerthe durndest alfired stuck-up crowd ever I een. I wouldn’t go wid yer noways.” * T know it, so waltz out.” “Gosksppie, quick, or off go headie shootie.” ** All right for you, John, I’ll have a chance ter chaw you w, some time. I’m bad when my hump’s up.” ‘Guess yer hump was up when yer was born, then,” said Chips, at which Chin laughed like a monkey. With a frown and a swagger the big bully started ahead along the track, while the Chinaman danced gleefully and still pointed his pistol after him. : - How's that, Chin?” asked Chips, after the fellow had got some distance away. ‘* Belly good, so be likie damie fool paar guns an’ shootie oar more like,” and he laughed and chattered both in broken China and English.” Well, after a while they started to continue their long tramp eastward, each one taking a pistol and marching along with much pomposity. The scenery before reaching Newcastle is some of the most beautiful in the world, for a view of the great Sacra- mento valley stretches out as far as the eye can reach, and as the track at this point is nearly a thousand feet above the level of the seaone can fancy how delightful the view must be, composed as it is of towering mountains, huge forests and winding streams, bordered by fruits, flowers, and a leafy loveliness which even the tropics cannot sur- — pass. i Neweastle is a little bright place, 170 miles from San Francisco, but it is noted principally for being one of the stopping places on the Union Pacific Railroad. hey reached this in a few hours, and after taking a rest they continued on towards Auburn, about five miles further east. Nothing of much importance pie during the remainder, although as they became tired and footsore they could not help envying the more fortunate ones who were whisking past them every few minutes on the flying trains. : ‘Well, Chin, how do yer like it as far’s you’ve got?” asked Chips, as they trudged along. “* Belly goodie. Likie you?” F “Tm not in love with it, Chin. My feet are getting sore.” ; ‘* Melican shoes badie. Chinaman makie goodie.” This seemed to be the truth, for their stiff wooden shoes are much better for a long walk than the more limber leather ones are. While walking along between Newcastle and Auburn, Chin Chin suddenly discovered a jack rabbit, one of those huge animals that are almost large enough to be called a jac “a sitting perched upon a rock by the side of the trac claimed, pointing to it and drawing his dig pistol. ‘*Go for him, Chin,” said Chips, who was too tired to take a hand in the chase. ‘ Rabbit. But Mr. Jack Rabbit didn’t appear to be much fright- ened until Chin got almost upon him, then he turned tail and ran through the cut like a streak of up and down lightning. “« Cussie damie assjackie!” yelled Chin, and after himhe | started as hard as he could ran, his pig tail streaming out | eep company with © behind him, and his hat waiting to Chips. It was a comical sight and Chips laughed heartily at it, — all the while urging him to keep up the chase. ‘Go it, ole man. T’ll give you two bits for his skin!” The rabbit’seemed to be enjoying the fun quite bs muck as Chips was, for after running a few rods, it would stop and rear up on its hind legs and take a look at the pursu- ing Chinaman, and then when he got a little nearer, he nes start and run again, which made Chin Chin awful : Finally, when he got within three or four rods of him, es » an “Oh, lookie. Assjackie, belly good meatie,” he ex- You bettie, so be,” he replied, starting for Mr. Jack * e : Re Be d taking deliberate aim with his old horse
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a se ae 7 3 CHIPS AND CHIN CHIN. oe 7 — The next minute there was a spinning Chinaman going heels over headin one direction and a jack rabbit in an- other, while the old pistol went flying up into the air. It had been heavily loaded, and probably had not been fired in a year, consequently there was a ‘‘ kick” that poor Chin Chin had not dreamed of. Chips ran to pick him up, not knowing whether he was snocked all to pieces or not. In truth he was somewhat shaken up besides being frightened out cf his wits, and as the little fellow assisted him to his feet, his teeth were chat- tering and his eyes sticking out far enough to hang a hat on. ** What’s the matter, ole man?” ‘* Cussie damie!” he gasped, glaring wildly around. « Hurt yer much?” ** Heap damie. Where be?” >: when I saw yer geneibg in the air,” said Chips, laughing in spite of himself. ** Heap big thunder strikie poor Chin Chin.” ** Oh, no, it was only yn gun a goin’ off.” ‘**Knockie like cussie damie mule, so be. Where assjack rabbie jumpie?” he asked, looking around to see if he had knocked the stuffing ont of his game. ; “* Oh, he skipped; lit out on the double quick.” “* Cussie damie some mo’, quick, heap big. Where shootie n?”? for him. ; “‘No—no—no moley! Gotie heap plenty. No moley shootie foley me,” said he, refusing to receive it. 4 ‘What! Going back on yer gun?” ** Kickie damie headie off bum—bum.” ** Nonsense, It won’t kick so hard next time.” “* Gettie no rabbie, too, so be,” said he, mournfully. ** Never mind, we will come across another one and we’ll faoth go for him. I'll load -up again,” and he proceeded to do so while Chin Chin fingered his pig tail to see if it was safe, and carefully went all over himself to see if he was all there. : } Chips loaded it up lightly, but instead of iving it back to him, he gave him the one he had, they both being alike. The fact was, he concluded that if his pistol kicked as badly as the other one did, he didn’t care to fire it-first, and as Chin had got used to it, he thought he wouldn’t mind it so much as agreen hand would. Chin Chin received it with considerable reluctance, for he didn’t care about being kicked around in that manner very n. ** Kickie?” he asked. “No, yer took the kick all out of it.” *‘Cussie damie! Takie kickie all outie me, mosly. So be,” he replied, shaking his head sadly. Once more they started along, and after walking a mile or so Chin Chin began to regain his spirits, and as he felt hungry he kept his eye going for game. / Finally they saw ‘another ies ralbit and both began creeping up towards him cautiously. “ Gittie fo’ shure!” whispered Chin. ‘‘ Now, heap bang,” cra gd and taking aim they both fired at the same in- nt. They killed the rabbit, but once more was r Chin Chin almost knocked into a cocked hat by the kicking of his pistol. ‘ 2 3 ran te Wipes up the game while Chin Chin was left to pick himself up. He groaned and nted in two or three languages for a while, and then finally got himself together once more. { But, oh, what a badly mad and demoralized Chinaman he was! He fairly danced, and had it not been for Chips he would have been run over by an approaching train, being so hotly engaged in cursing that he did not ndtice its approach. ; PWhen it had passed, however, and they once more took “There it is, over there,” and he-went and picked it up. possession of the track, Chips held up the dead rabbit that the sight might soothe his wounded feelings and body, for it certainly needed something. ‘“Noley moley shootie, so be, you bettie,” said he. ‘«* Ah, but look at that! Now yer arn’t sorry.” Chin regarded the fat rabbit for a moment without speak- ing, but finally a reconciled grin overspaead his features and he was conquered by his stomach, as better men are oftentimes. “* Belly goodie,” said ha ~ “< Yes, an’ good for belly. Come, let’s hide him under our clothes.” “ Hidie?” “Yes,” and he made a motion with his finger towards his mouth, which the Chinaman readily understood, and .|. grinned like a jack-o’-lantern. “Oh, yer all here. But I thought yer was busted, China, ° They were not long in preparing it for the fire which Chips had built, and once more did they enjoy the delight of a good meal, after which they continued their journey on towards Auburn. Here they resolved to stay all night and get a bed if pos- sible, while Chin Chin thought to himself that the desires of his heart would be full if he could only find a hen-coop somewhere. Auburn is one of the prettiest little places on the road, containing about one thousand inhabitants, two churches, good schools, and very fine orchards. Orange and lemon orchards, together with dates and other semi-tropical fruits, are very abundant here, while grapes grow in won- derful profusion, and on their approach to the place the two tramps helped themselves whenever they could. i was while treating himself to some luscious grapes and oranges that Chin Chin met with a little mishap, which would have been decidedly awkward had not his little companion been at hand. While sampling them with great satistaetion, and pro- nouncing them “belly good,” a big ram discovered and went for him, business end first, knocking him gally west. Not onlytid he knock him over upon his face, but he fol- lowed it up nas around him in a warlike manner, frisking his sat head and short tail, and giving him additional butts whenever he made an attempt to get u It seemed to be an epee day for poor Chin, and he yelled like a stuck pig, and called for Chips to come to his rescue, ~*~ * But it was a minute or two before he conld do so, for he had to laugh in spite of the seriousness of the affair, after which he succeeded in driving the ram away. ‘Rip cussie damie heap!” said he, as he scrambled to his feet. ‘‘ Poor Chinaman get he damie self knockie alle same ebly time likie heap fool.” ‘You are having it rather rough, Chin, that’s a fact,” said Chips, laughing. ~ ‘ “‘Muchie cussie, so be aldy time,” and with several additional limps and aches, he started back to the railroad track again. **Too bad, Chin.” : ‘ ** Goodly ’nough, so be, servie all yi time,” he continued, as they continu depot at Auburn. “ee *¢ And all for a few benches oe : : ‘©So be, cussie bad grape andly way,” said he, like the fox in the fable, whereat Chips laughed more heartily than before. , The truth was, Chips was really enjoying the sore mis- haps of his comical companion, and already he had made up his mind that he should have lots of fun with him, if he had to walk all the way. In fact, he began to ht, heap fool all on towards the even like Chin Chin, and wouldn’t have parted company with him for a eal, while Chin Chin was y a great admirer of his hitle partner in poverty. Arriving at the town they went to one of the hotels to see if they could get a place to sleep, and in the bar-rocm
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8 CHIPS AND CHIN CHIN, who should they discover but the big duffer who had robbed them an the road. He had about a dozen people around him, and he was iving them the wildest kind of taffy by the yard, although e didn’t see either Chips or Chin. «Crunch me all up if I didn’t have a cussed hard fight,” he was saying, as they entered. ‘Yer see I didn’t have nothin’ in the shape of a weepin’ but a pair of old hoss pistols when ther dozen Injuns leaped up from behind some brush, an’ went for my har, screamin’. I sent a bul- Jet clar through three on ’em, as stood in a row, with one just what he was talking for, he was on his feet almost be- fore the words were spoken. . **You’re a snide an’ a duffer,” said Chips, walking up in front of him, followed by Chin. ** Great America!” exclaimed the astonished blower. **Great humbug, you mean. ‘This feller’s a big ove grown duffer,” he added, turning to the company, “ a he’s givin’ yer the wust kind of taffy.” ie Yer dry up, or I'll step on yer.” “* No yer won’t. Yer won’t step on nobody,” said Chirs, talking right up to him, while Chin Chin pulled out his There was a spinning Chinaman heels over head in one direction and a jack rabbit in another, while the old pistol went flying up in the air. e4 my pistols, an’ then I got two more on ’em in range, an’ bored “em both with my other bullet.” 7 Grut snaks!” exclaimed one old fellow who was taking it all in. “Fact, if ’tain’t, crunch me. But that’s whar my durned Juck went agin me. If I could have got them— ther varmints—inter two lines, I would have made cyote meat out of the hull lot with them two shots. But the others cum for me red hot, you bet. One ole cuss who seemed too allfired anxious to get ther fust crack at me, I — up an’ slung him down inter a gully *bout a hun- red feet, an’ so I grabbed an’ chucked—grabbed an’ ehucked, ’til I flang ’em all down thar.” ** Grut snaks!” chimed the aged listener. “* Where’s yer pistols?” asked another. “<< Wal; iy ye this how it whar. Each one of ther two last that I grabbed an’ chucked, caught hold of ther pistols in my belt, an’ took ’em along. See?” *‘Grut snaks!” put in the old man. ‘* A wonderful feat,” suggested another. “Oh, I’m a bad man when my camel’s up. I’m Cali- forny Joe, I am,” said he, with a swagger. “* You California Joe?” asked the barkeeper. “You bet!” * Grut snaks!” ** Come an’ take a drink,” said several, and as this was pistol and began to dance around while pointing it at him. ‘* Keep down that ere weapin’!” he exclaimed, while he attempted to get out of range. “Grut snaks!” “Chin Chin an’ I, we’s from ’Frisco, hoofin’ it east; we caught a rabbit this mornin’ an’ was just eatin’ it, when this big blower here bounced onto us with two big pistols; that one Chin got, an’ this one, an’ cleaned us out. But while he was a hoggin’ down our broiled rabbit we hooked oe pistols, an’ then made him give back our money an’ things. «Don’t yer believe a word of it. It’s a lie!” ‘* No it arn’t, an’ I can prove it.” **No yer can’t.” ‘**T’ll bet drinks for the crowd that I can; I'll bet drinks for the crowd that I can tell every thing yer got about yer Take me up?” ‘*Oh, yer go soak yer head.” ““No I won’t, an’ you arn’t man enough to make me 0 it,” ‘‘Grut snaks!’ chimed in the old man, and it was evi- dent that ‘California Joe” was getting unpopular with the company that in turn was now taking to Chips. ‘*T guess the kid’s right,” said the barkeeper. ** And I guess so, too,” added the man who was on the point of treating the supposed hero.
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CHIPS AND CHIN CHIN. > “Run him ont!” said several, and before the great Indian fighter could gather himself up, a dozen boots were trying to find their way under his coat tails, and many a bard fist was going for his ugly nob. ** Bounce him!” ** Heave him!” : ‘« Hustle the son of a gun!” “© Scoot!” “°Gitl” Waltz!” “* Clear out!” and other like hints were given him that When the dog took a bite of Chinaman, poor Chin Chin thought his time had come, and he swore and prayed in all the languages he knew. his popularity was at an end, seeing which, he made for the door fast enough to escape a large portion of the good things that were intended for him. ‘* Grut snaks!” mused the old man. : “Belly good man. Muchie fightie like sheep,” said Chin Chin, amid much laughter. The company at once took to Chips and questioned him about the affair, as well as about himself, and he soon | made friends by telling his story, after which he kept them laughing by relating the misfortunes of Chin Chin, who had on a big grin all the while, and seemed to be en- joying it as much as any of them. : The result was that both Chips and Chin were given a good bed and a square meal in the morning, while the | e could find. Of course they both slept soundly, being thoroughly tired, and the next day they took again to the railroad to eontinue their journey, after convincing themselves that there was no chance for hooking a ride at Auburn. Clipper Gap is seven miles from this town, and they re- solyed to push on, as there were better chances for getting on a freight train there, They were feeling first-rate after their night’s rest, and walked merrily along. The scenery is beautiful and grand, although the way is lonesome enough to make a dog home- eat Indian fighter was obliged to take up with whatever | better believe. : | | sick. seen! But our friends pushed on, and Chips would relieve the monotony of the tramp by oc¢asionally getting Chin Chin on a string of some kind. This was also good for him, for, he was inclined to get disheartened and to wish himse’f back to San Francisco again, and this feeling Chips cou. drive away. : Finally, when about half way between Auburn and Clipper Gap, they experienced a sensation that kept them well awake for the next few hours. Mile after mile, and not a house or living soul to be A big black bear came out of the woods, and squatting himself on the track just ahead of them appeared to be waiting for them to approach and be chawed up. Chips was frightened, of course, but poor Chin Chin was livid with terror. ** Comie back to ’Flisco!” he moaned, beseechingly. “Don’t be in a hurry, Chin. Let’s wait a bit and see what he'll do.” = _‘ Oh, damie foolie! Comie putley klick an’ eatie all up like Ilishman eatie tater.” ‘* Wait, an’ if he comes after us, we'll give him our pis- tols ter get up his appetite.” They sat down to watch the bear, but seeing that he had to go for his lunch if he got it, he began to walk toward them, while they walked Gaciwerte quite as fast, you’d Finally he followed them into a deep ent from which there was no escape except at each end, and things began to look remarkably blue for them, especially as the bear could go much faster than they could. While in this uncomfortable position they heard the ap- proach of an express train at the other end of the cut, and now they had to look out for their lives in this direction, as the cut is only wide enough at the bottom for a train te pass, and so they forgot for a moment the old danger, and scrambled up the sides of the rock to avoid the new.
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w CHIPS AND CHIN CHIN. ———__ EE But the bear was so intent on getting his breakfast that he appeared not to notice the approach of the train until it was too late to escape it, and along it came like the wind, thundering through the rocky pass, and knocking the bees- Wax right out of him quicker than he could have boxed his wife’s ears. The passage of the train almost tore them from the roots and twigs to which they clung for dear'life, so great was the winch it produced. But it had done a good job for them, however, and they got down upon the track again with feelings of relief. << Wonder how he liked that kick?” asked Chips. < Belly goodie kick to’ us. Heap mo’ buttie than ram.” . : “‘T should say so. He’s just right for hash how. But come, let’s get out of this on the jump x and git.” ~ They lost no time in getting out of the cut, and were soon trudging along again, congratulating themselves on their fortunate escape. q . They walked along for a mile or so, when they were sud- denly startled by half a dozen Indians who sprang out from pre a big rock, and went for them in the style we read about. : Chin Chin dropped on his knees, said a little prayer in Chinese, and then began to beg for mercy. ; “© What’s the matter?” asked Chips of the Indians. The leader answered by seizing him and going through his kets in search of valuables, while the others went for Chin Chin with a show of curiosity, having, evidently never seen a Chinaman before. His pig tail excited their wonderment the most, and the tried to pull it out, and succeeded in pulling out some ta! yelling ins Seeing that it was fast to his head, one of them took a lmife and began cutting it.- CHAPTER IIL. Tue Indians were dancing around him with their knives _ and tomahawks out ready for action, while poor Chin was so es, Ip aea that he almost became jelly. : And Chips wasn’t.so strong on his pinsas he usually was, and his teeth were inclined: to chatter a little as the big In- dian bed and held him in his vise-like TS ‘«Qugh!” said one of them, holding Chin’s pigtail in one hand and a knife-in the other. “Big monkey; tail on wrong end!” 4 ‘Oh, cussie damie! Poo’ Chinaman all go pieces. Shabie —shabie!” moaned Chin Chin. ‘Say, what’s der matter wid you duffers, anyway?” asked Chips, after he had been robbed of everything he had, pistol, money, ete. “Ough! heap small boy,” growled the leader, turning from him in disgust. “Chop monkey tail off he head,” said another. **Oh, cussie damie, no! All same cuttie damie head off, so be, all same, Chinaman no goodie no pigtail, shabie— shabie!” he said, with comical pathos. The Indians cried ‘‘ hi—hi!” which amounts to the same with them that a laugh does with anybody else, and after going through r Chin, without, however, finding any- thing but the old horse-pistol and a few bits of the feast he and Chips had last enjoyed. ; ** Heap poo’ trash!” said the Indians, and a grunt of gen- :aral assent went through the party. ‘Well, you red duffers must be cussed mean ter rob two devils like us, anyway,” said Chips. ** Go hot hell,” said one of the Indians. “Allright. You snoozers leave us alone an’ let us go,’ will you s goodie damie cussie,” chimed Chin Chin, at- tempting the mpc f dodge with them. “Cut key tail off!” yelled the comic Indian of the gang. ‘ er ' =. ‘*Oh, shable—shabie!” moaned Chin. The Indians said “hi—hi!” again, and appeared to re gard the thing asa joke. They were only a lot of tramps, going from one place to another and robbing and stealing whatever they had a chance. But convincing themselves that they had got every- thing that the two poor devils possessed, they kicked them along down the road a few rods, all the while yelling “‘ hi— hi!’ and apparently having lots of fun, after which they turned and struck across the hills, continuing the journey they had been upon. Poor. Chips.and Chin Chin were mad as blazes of course, but that wasn’t all; they had been robbed of all they had in the world, and pretty roughly handled in the bargain. Chips was badly down in the mouth, but Chin Chin was treating his comical mug to a grin that was more than child-like and bland; it was a triumphant, comical smile. ‘«Ther big duffers!” growled Chips. ‘‘I wish I had a little rifle that would shoot about a million times without stopping, I'd fill them devils so full of bullets that they’d think they were lead mines. But what in thunder are yeu grinning at?” he demanded, angrily. “So be—so be? Chinaman allie hunkly doley.” ‘‘Hunky dorie? Howso? Didn’t they go through yet an’ take yer shooter an’ dust?” ” ‘Chin Chin allie hynkly doley!” he said, again, catch- ing his cue in one hand and dancing around. :. ef Oh, you’re tickled ’cause they didn’t get yer pig-tail. ah! ? P “Chin Chin hunkly doley! No cuttie pig-tail; no get tie bits.” «¢ What?” i ‘* Chinaman bulley boy, glassie eyebrow!” said he, sitting down and pulling off his wooden shoes and displaying several pieces of silver. ‘Oh; they didn’t get down ter yer underpinning, dic they? Well, that’s bully for us,” said Chips, smiling “ Bully fo’ me,” said Chin Chin, replacing it. «“‘What! Arn’t we pards?” Fe “*So be, allie same, course.” | ? ‘‘ Well, you’d better whack. No nonsense, yer know.” «Oh, squaley likie brick,” said Chin, earnestly. “Allright. But I should think it would hurt you te walk with them in your shoe.” ba eebnd “ Hurtie damie muchie moley, so be, Indian gettie.” “'That’s so, and if you can stan’ it, Ican. But what the devil are we going todo now? Our shooters gone an’ we cleaned out.” ** Allie same,” replied Chin, as they walked along. <All thunder! I don?t like it fora cent, I don’t. I kick,” growled Chips. ; ** Me allie same kickie.” ‘Oh, you be blowed!” replied Chips, and for the next oe or so they scarcely exchanged a‘word as they pegged along. ; Chips was haying a touch of the blue devils, although Chin was still as happy as a lark on account of not -losing his cue and the few bits he had in his wooden shoes. Nothing of any importance happened until about the middle of the afternoon, when they met a ftramp who was footing it from Omaha to San Francisco, and naturally enough they compared notes. «* Hooked any rides?” asked Chips. “One or two,” replied the tramp. *€ Bounced ?” ** One or two.” * That’s us.” ‘* How’s things in ’Frisco?” _ “Dull. How’s things east?” «« Duller’n blazes. What are you doin’ with the John «Oh, he’s my pard. We take pot luck.” *¢ Wal, I don’t take any. Wish I did.” ‘ Look out for Injuns. They cleaned us out this morn ing,” said Chips. . 4 7 ; } ‘ I
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CHIPS AND CHIN CHIN. oa *‘Tnjuns! What in thunder would they want to do with me?” asked the tramp, in wonder. “*Go through yer.” “Go through me? Go through thunder! un, they'd make more a goin’ through last year’s crows’ mests than they would a goin’ through me.” “Well, they cleaned us out.” **So be, allie same, but pig-tail,” said Chin. “Struck anythin’ fat on ther way?” «Struck a couple of rabbits; but we can’t do that now, for them devils got our shooters.” “Wal, they won’t trouble me, for sure. But I mean, did you find anybody as would stand you up for a bed or a square meal?” “Only one at Auburn. How long yer been on the road?” asked Chips, looking the poor devil over from head to foot, and wondering if he should become as ***Bout two months.” “Trampin’ all the time?” <¢ Yer bet.” Chips gave a prolonged whistle, while Chin Chin opened his little almond-shaped eyes, and had some more to say _ about ‘‘hellie damie.” ** Whar you uns goin’?” « Fast.” i “East? Thunder! Everythin’’s east on behind here for about a million miles, I guess,” said the tramp. ** Oh, I guess not so bad as that.” ; “‘ Wal, young un, yer’ll think so when yer’ve been on ther tramp as long as I have.” **T don’t care, I’m bound ter go until I find a good stop- pin’ place if I wien d forever.” ‘All right. I like yer pluck, little un; but you'll find it devilish tough, yer bet.” «* Neyer mind, I’m done on Frisco, so good-by and good tuck ter yer,” said Chips, turning away. ** So be,” chimed Chin Chin. “‘Good Iuck—good thunder!” they heard him growl, as he slowly resumed his journey. The condition of the poor fellow tended: to make Chips feel all the bluer, and he walked along without saying a word for some time, while Chin seemingly felt as happy as a lark, caressing his long pig-tail every now and then, and smging snatches of songs as he trudged merrily along. ' Finally they arrived at Clipper Gap, a place of no ac- count now—having only a few deserted houses: and a de- serted appearance generally, but for three or four months it was the terminus of the great Pacific road, and was then quite a lively place. They rested here for awhile, and then pushed on to an- other “ burnt out” place, New England Mills. There was at onetime quite a lumbering trade done here, but for some reason or other it has played out, and the trains no longer honor it by stopping there. Reaching a spot where a lively little stream from the mountains crossed the road, Chips sat down to rest. In fact, he was both tired and hungry, and not a little in- clined to be homesick. A few wild grapes was all they had eaten since morning, and Chips felt as though he would sell ont his interest cheap. ine Chin Chin, however, didn’t seem to be tired or footsore, _notwithstanding he still carried the silver pieces in his shoes, and while Chips lay on a grassy bank, resting and trying to think where they should make a raise for the next meal, Chin was hunting around in the bushes in aseemingly aimless way. In fact, Chips was taking no notice of him, whatever. ; But Chin Chin was not idle. He searched around until he found a thorn bush, and securing one that had a barb er branch, he at once secured it, and with the assistance of a knife that the Indians had also overlooked Sen it would puzzle “the old boy ” himself to find anything about a Why, young Chinaman), he trimmed it nicely and fastened it to the end of a stick about five feet long, with the assistance of some fibers of bark he peeled off. Thus armed, and all the while comforting himself with singing, he left the track, near which Chips was_ resting, and stole cautiously down to a pool, where the brook form- ed into an eddy. On looking carefully over the edge he was delighted to see several good-sized salmon swimming leisurely around near the surface. «* Ah! so be! Puttie headie on some flish, allie same,” he muttered, and, cautiously watching his chance, he drove the barbed thorn into a lusty salmon, and had him on dry oy so quickly that the poor fish didn’t understand it at all. . ‘Ho! Chippie! Comlie see, heap fish flippie flappie!” he yelled. “What is that you say?” asked Chips, leaping to his feet. “Plentie goodie, flippie flappie!” said he, coming back to where Chips was standing. ‘Why, how the blazes did you catch it?” “‘Chinaman much fishie,” and pulling the simple con- trivance out of the fish, he showed it to him. i sag 9 ‘‘Bully for you, Chin,” said Chips, while his face brightened at the prospect of having something to eat; *‘you go and catch another one, and I'll make this one eatable in half of no time.” whi = Allie hght; Chinaman morg bully than MEélican man, so be.’ “‘That’s so, and we'll eat this one, and take the other along with us.” * Chips at once proceeded to dress the fish with Chin’s knife, and soon had a fire gomg with which to broil it, while Chin Chin returned to the pool where he had been so fortunate. : In a few moments he got his eye on a big one, twice as large as the first one, and quick as a flash, he drove his thorn harpoon into him, and pulled him out on dry land before he knew it. But he knew it soon after, and being a large game-fish, he made it lively for the Chinaman, who came near tumbling into the water in his stru pies to retain his prize. It was one of those fish that would have given a fisherman a strong fight, had he been taken with a hook; but the barb entered his back, and not only partially disabled it by the wound, but being held in such a way, he could not make so big a “ kick.’ “Oh, hellie dame! klick—klick! cussie flippie flappie knockie stuflin’ allie out!” he yelled, as he fought with the fish to get 1t further upon the ele _ “Got another, Chin?” he asked, without, however, look- ing up from his work. ** Gotie big one; no, he gotie me allie same,” replied Chin Chin, just then sages e fish. Chips stood up and laughed merrily at the plucky fight that his partner was making,at the same time encouraging him to keep it up. ‘* Allie same like whale. So be,” said he, dragging his lusty catch up to where Chips was cooking the other. , ‘By jingoes! he is a big fellow. He'll keep until to- morrow all right.” **Qlley one keepie, too, all same in belly,” said he, puckering his mouth into a comical grin. “You bet.” ‘«Layie stillie!” he added, giving the dying fish a kick. “ Kiewe stuflin’ out!” ae «‘ Now, then, pard, we’ll wood up,” said Chips, as he finished broiling the fish, and at it they went like the two hungry tramps they were. ving picked the bones clean (and Chin saved all the. ones and stuck them into his coat sleeve as he would sharp have placed a pin), they ran a stick into the gills of the —
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2 CHIPS AND CHIN CHIN. ether and marched along again, feeling very much re- { freshed. The sun was by this time setting behind the west- ern hills, and they reached the New Engiand Mills be- fore dark, and found a place tosleep all night in an old, deserted saw-mill. You bet they were’not oat in finding the softest side of the floor, and getting their snoring ap- paratus to work, having hung the fisn up to keep, But it wasn’t destined to keep for them. ‘They cr so soundly that they were not awakened by the large wildcat who came prowling around the place r dark, and nos- ing out the salmon, he helped himself to almost the whole of it, going away gorged. Chin Chin was the first to awake in the morning, and ed enough he cast his eye up to where they had hung the fish. It was not there, but on the floor he found the well- picked bones. **Cussie damie! Chips, wakie up!” he said. ** What's the matter, Chin?” ‘* Mattle plenty; fishie gone.” “ Fish gone?” asked C ips, springing to his feet. “Oh, cussie—cussie, so be; all same gone likie wood- bine,” said he, pointing to the bones. “* Who did it?” “ Devil, splect.” ** Some stray cat, more likely. Chin, ain’t it? * Eyl ysame; damie steal!” "ag e felt carefully around to see if his pig-tail was é. ‘ : ** Well, they haven’t got our spear.” — * Likie hellie, no,” said he. And going to an opening in the side of the mill, he dis- covered the remains of iat had once been a pond, and now quite a pool. In fact, it was a part of the same stream from which they had taken the other fish, a tributary of the American river, one of the most beautiful and picturesque in California. So he caught up his spear and managed to climb down to the river, where he secured two more salmon in less than five minutes. This in reality is the way Chinamen fish in their native waters, and so Chin Chin was perfectly at “ home, and a master at the business, The day was bright and beautiful, and going a short dis- tance on down the track, they built a fire, and soon had a breakfast that wasn’t to be sneezed at. That day they made nearly twenty miles, reaching the town of Colfax, a place nestling up in the mountain-top, more than two thousand feet above the level of the sea, for That’s rather rough, it must be remembered that the Union Pacific road is on |° an up-grade until it passes the Sierra Nevada mountains, at points reaching an altitude of eight thousand feet above tlre sea level, but the rise is so gradual that a person would Kardly know it. They found fruit enough to sustain them npr the day, in connection with their e in the ; ae anything. In fact, he would have tram right along-for two mionths more, without doubt, and no grumbling. is bein upon they went into the town and nobody rome to want them. At ld them of a farmer living his crops, They were successful here, the farmer being a wide awake Yankee, who was putting the seed into his three hundred-acre farm for all the soil was worth. He had several hands at work, but just when he wanted them the most, there came a report that gold had been dis- covered about twenty miles away, and nothing could keep them, and so Chipsand Chin Chin happened along just ir time. “ The farmer’s name was Clapp, and he had a large house, several girls to work in the dairy, and in all respects a model farm. Finding that our heroes were willing to do their best, he took them under his own direction for the first few days, and at the end of a week they understood portions of the business first-rate. Both Chips and Chin were very much pleased with their new home. Chips, because among the help was a comical darkey who pared the banjo, and Chin Chin, because he fully expected to have all the girls about the place in love with him in less than a month, The work was pretty hard, but in spite of this they had ood beds and food, and it beat tramping it on a railroad igher than a burnt boot. And at night, when,the work was done, they would all gather in the big kitchenand enjoy themselves, with music, ; singing or dancing, and both Chips and Chin began to be 1 very much in loye with their positions, although Chin failed to make the impression among the women folks he expected to make. There was one lusty Irish girl that took his eye very much, and he made love to her whenever he could get a chance, although she laughed at him and the idea of his making love to her. oa One evening, after they had been there abouta fortnight, they were all seated around the kitchen; the work being done, and Mr. Clapp out of hearing, Chin took it into hie head to make a bolder push toward the heart of Biddy Mc Gloin, and hetriedit. : “Och, the divil go toast ye, ye haythin!” said she. “Fui * ? the blazes wud I want oy the i etees ov yees?” - **Makie good husblan, so be. Speakie all same like Melican man. “ Go ter the diyil out ov this! Begone, or I’ll pull the pig-tail out ov yer head!” A ** Makie all shavie, so be, like Melican man. Habie?” he asked, insinuatingly. ** Sure PIl not. Be aisy wid yer broken China.” “© Hoppie, —, skippie all lound loom, so be, like dance?” he asked, determined not to be bluffed. The girl laughed in spite of her indignation. ‘* Divil a step ov dance ye have in ye, sure.” **Oh—oh! Dance likie hoppie, all same,” “Give us a dance, *til we see what yer loike on them : bug-crushers ov. yourn,” said she. **Sing songie dancie?” **Yis, onything.” “*Makie slam bang noise on banjy?” he asked, turning to the darkey, Pete, who was fingering his banjo. **Cose I can. What’s der matter wid yer?” si “* Singie songie, jumpie.” is Pete remembered a tune that he had heard Chin singing * while at his work, and so he started it. } Chin was anxious to show how much like the Melican ouths he was, and having learned a song and dance that $ hehad heard in San Francisco, he was anxious to show what he could do. . * So he took his position in the middle of the floor, and commenced: , ee a My name is Chin Chin, clum flom Chiney, a tn a big large ship, come along here; : Eo x: Win blow belly much, kick up a bobbery, Ship make Chinaman feel belly queer; Me bringie lilly gal, belly much _nicie, She peak "long to be my wife; PAT ae i : hee as 9 Bg roa
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= S eh Sat aie = oe ttt ee eS reyiee a areey 4 ° r —_ CHIPS AND CHIN CHIN. ‘She slay she lovie me, oncie, twicie, Make a big swear to her all my life. Chorus and break. Me likie bow-wow, belly good chow-chow, Me likie lilly gal, she likie me; Me fetchie Hong Kong, whitey man come along. Take a lilly gal flom poor Chinee. » The singing and dancing were both quite good, for he “gad closely imitated some actor upon the stage, and of course was loudly applauded. But the fun of it was, that the Irish girl had got so warmed up with the music that she could not keep her seat, and calling loudly for an Irish jig, she jumped up and be- to batter the floor right merrily. This was Chin Chin’s chance, and so taking a position in front of her, he began to make his wooden shoes heard again, while his pigtail was flying about in all kinds of ways, and he seemed to be going wild. “ Oe
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“ CHIPS AND CHIN CHIN. the which he had lately received for being too loving to- wards the Irish girl, Bridget. ‘* Begorra, an’ I'll be afther givin’ ye a gum drap the next time ye come foolin’ about me wid yer blarney in broken China,” said she. Chin Chin opened his little almond eyes and took a look at her, but he made no reply. **T thought yer was a masher, Chin,” said Chips, laugh- ing at his,woe-begone companion. ** No, she mashie me likie hellie,” said he. *That’s because yer didn’t go in sweet on her. again, Chin.” : ““No—no. Me got belly heap full,” said he, turning away in supreme disgust. : : ‘* Pete!” came a voice from the cellar under the kitchen, and the darkey leaped to his feet. «‘ Who dat?” demanded he. - *« Your friend.” “Who my frien’?” : “ The devil,” came the sepulchral voice. Pete turned almost white, and his hair stood as nearly on end as it was possible for wool to stand. ‘ ** How’s that, Pete?” asked Chips, while the others hud- dled together and looked as though they suspected that the old fellow might be their friend as well. ** Don’t know nuffin’ ’bout it nohow,” he stammered. * Come along, Pete, I’ve got it warm for you.” “Go ’long! Don’t know nuffin’ *bout nuffin’.” ** Ha—ha—ha! Come along! Yow re my meat.” “ Gosh blame if Iam,” said Pete, with chattering teeth. * Yes, youare, and so is Chin Chin,” said the voice. **Qh, hellie damie! me Chinaman,” said Chin Chin, be- coming so frightened that his pigtail stood on end. “* Come along, both of you.” ; “*Gosh blame.” ** Hellie damie, we gittie!” said Chin, and he darted from the room out into the darkness, followed by Pete. ~ As luck would have it, Mr. and Mrs. Clapp were just re- on See their visit, and both the badly frightened negro and Chinaman ran intoand knocked them over into the , While, just to make it lively for all hands, the house og that had accompanied them pounced upon the two unfortunates and gave them a bad shaking up,‘and all hands started such a yell as was never heard there before. When the dog seized Pete by the seat of his pants he thought the devil had him for a certainty, and he prayed and swore at the same time, and then when he let yp on the darkey and took a bite of Chinaman, poor Chin Chin thought his time had come, and he swore and prayed in all the languages he knew. And in the meantime Mr. Try it Clapp was striking out right and left and knocking both of them gally west, while do- ing his share of the swearing, and his wife was doing her best, as she tumbled around in the grass, to outscream Chin Chin. + ; The other servants screamed and brought lights to the door, and in the course of ten minutes each be to see who the other was and to craw] out of the snarl into which they had tumbled. t poor Chin Chin, as usual, got the worst of it. The dog sampled him in several places and Mr. Clapp had plugged him in the head, while Mrs. Clapp had nearly his pigtail out by the roots. Both he and Pete ooked sick and sorry. Of course Mr. Clapp demanded an explanation, and Pete attempted to tell him abont the devil down cellar calling fos them and their frantic attempt at getting away from him. But as the boss was a solid man, he ridiculed the affair and accused them of being drunk from the brandy in the cellar. “ Massa Clapp, fo’ de Lor’, dat yer am de fac’ an’ all ob sary . So be, allie same,” Missie Clappie. Debel callie come down cellar, an’ we skippie all same like hellie, betie you,” said Chin Chin. ‘* What do they mean, Chips?” asked the bass. **T give her up, boss,” replied Chips, pramptly. ‘* Don’ you stan’ dar an’ say dat. Didn’t you heah de debil down cellar callin’ fo’ us?” asked Pete, indignantly “No, I'll be hanged if I did.” ‘* Neither did they. Now you get to bed in short orde or I’ll make you think the devil is after you and no mis- take. Git, the whole lot of you.” ** Allie same, hellie damie,” muttered Chin Chin, as he limped away to the sleeping quarter, followed by the others. To tell the truth, they had all heard Chips’ ventrilo- uism, and were almost as ready to believe that the ‘* Old oy” was after them as was Pete and Chin. Several of them, however, caught Chips laughing so heartily over the affair that they half suspected that he had something to do with the scare. ‘* What’s the matter, Chin?” asked Chips, after they had reached the large room where the men all bunked. ‘‘Whatie mattie? damie hellie mattie. Come debil down cellar; tumble down; cussie doggie bite; Clappie knockie stuflin allie out eye, so be,” and he held a candle up so that all could get a look at his damaged China mug. A loud laugh came from all hands, which made him as mad as a hornet. “* Laughie all same likie damie fool.” “* Well, you shouldn’t get the devil after you,” said one of the men. Chin went growling to his bunk, where he curled him- self up and got to sleep as quickly as possible without tak- ing any further notice of the others, who laughed for near- ly an hour before they could get quieted down. As for Pete, he felt sure that the “*Old Boy” had made a call on him, and he could not get to — until he hac repeated all the little prayers and sang all the pious hymns he knew. The next day Chin Chin and Chips were esi togeth~ er about a mile from the house and talking over their pros- Pegs of resuming their journey east again. The work they had been hired to do was nearly finished, after which there would be nothing for them to do, and once more they would be ontheir oars with only about ten detlars be. tween them. : That was quite a fortune, it was true, for it wax mors than they had ; for a long time, but it would go only a short distance if they attempted to pay their way on the cars. They were talking the matter over in this way when Chin suddenly meeps down and picked up something from where he was hoeing. Suddenly dropping his hoe he plac- ed the find in his mouth and began to bite and taste it, all ‘the while winking his little eyes and dancing around as though he had oy, Tes potato in his mouth, ‘What is it, Chin?” asked Chips, watching him with great curiosity. «* Damie—damie, guess!” replied Chin. “ Guess what?” ** Guessie be.” “Guess it’s a bee! Well, if it is, and he has got his tools with him, I guess you'll soon find out whether it is or not.” Chin Chin, however, made no reply, but kept chewin at it and rolling it around in his mouth, and skippi about in the wildest manner. “What ails yer?” **So be, guess,” and taking from his mouth the lump he had placed there, he glanced at it>hurriedly, and resumed the former operation. : ** Guess you’ve got the jim-jams.” , “ Heap big jimmy-jammy! Flind some mo’,” said he, ** What is it?” « Lumpie—lumpie?”
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: : CHIPS AND CHIN CHIN. “What, gold?” * “*Betie you; all same like hellie.” “ Let’s see?” **Heap damie good,” and once more he took from his mouth a lump about as large.as a hickory nut, and held it up to Chips. It was, indeed, a lump of pure gold, and was wortk nearly fifty dollars. *< Jewhitterker!” exclaimed Chips. “* Betie you, so be evly time.” “Wonder if there’s any more of them nuggets here “So be evly time, heaps,” and at it they both went, hoe- — making the dirt fly lively. *‘Tt’s real dust.” 9 £ J ut that one lump was all they could find, although Chin Chin nearly wore his teeth out, so many lumps of dirt, stones, ete., did he ram into his mouth, his peculiar method of testing them to make sure whether they were gold or not. In fact, they went all over that patch ‘of ground during the day, and back again in the same way, so eagerly did they keep up the hunt for the mate to the lump they had already secured. Had they possessed the required implements they might possibly have found quite a lot of gold there, for it is to be found in larger or smaller quantities all over California. Sometimes, however, a larger lump, or nugget, will be found, as in this instance, and never any more. Finally they heard the horn blow for supper, and con- cluded to give up the search. . «*Mum, now remember!” said Chips. **Mumie, how?” “Why, if you blab that you’ve scooped a nugget, old Clapp will claim it.” ‘*Clappie, damie!” ; “< Well, he will, an’ it’s the law. Don’t say a word about ” ‘Allie yitie, allie same, dumb like oyster shell; heay big luckie; hi—hi!” “You bet; an’ now we'll take a big jump on east. Gracious, another one of them beauties would take us clear through!” m Both Chips and Chin Chin had seen lots of native gold in San Francisco, and both knew how it was found, conse- quently there was no possibility of either of them being de- ceived in the “find. ” It put them both in good humor, and Chin was almost tempted to renew his love-making to Bridget, and probably would haye done so had his nose been well. But the sore- ness of that ornamental organ made him feel rather shy, and it was this very soreness that kept it from being still more sore, for Bridget was a ‘‘ wrastler.” -The next week their work was finished, and after receiv- ing their wages they bade their companions farewell and took the cars for Gold Run, two hundred and four miles from San Franciséo. The adventures of our friends will be continued in “*Wide Awake Library,” No. 184, entitled ‘‘ Chips and Chin Chin among the Mormons.” . READ THE “BOSS,” - ae Nal TEE: Boys of New York. All the Favorite Authors of the Day Write for it. ) Address For Sale by All Newsdealers, Or Sent from this Office on Receipt of Price, § Cents per Copy. FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, [BOX 2730.] -
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