"Ah! Stubborn one! Why do you not cry? Mule that shameth its ancestors! Never have I made you cry.From the time you were a little boy I have never made you cry.Answer me! Why do you not cry?"Weak and breathless from her exertions, she dropped the stick and panted and shook as if with a nervous palsy.
"I do not know, except that it is my way," Ah Kim replied, gazing solicitously at his mother."I shall bring you a chair now, and you will sit down and rest and feel better."But she flung away from him with a snort and tottered agedly across the garden into the house.Meanwhile recovering his skull-cap and smoothing his disordered attire, Ah Kim rubbed his hurts and gazed after her with eyes of devotion.He even smiled, and almost might it appear that he had enjoyed the beating.
Ah Kim had been so beaten ever since he was a boy, when he lived on the high banks of the eleventh cataract of the Yangtse river.Here his father had been born and toiled all his days from young manhood as a towing coolie.When he died, Ah Kim, in his own young manhood, took up the same honourable profession.Farther back than all remembered annals of the family, had the males of it been towing coolies.At the time of Christ his direct ancestors had been doing the same thing, meeting the precisely similarly modelled junks below the white water at the foot of the canyon, bending the half-mile of rope to each junk, and, according to size, tailing on from a hundred to two hundred coolies of them and by sheer, two- legged man-power, bowed forward and down till their hands touched the ground and their faces were sometimes within a foot of it, dragging the junk up through the white water to the head of the canyon.
Apparently, down all the intervening centuries, the payment of the trade had not picked up.His father, his father's father, and himself, Ah Kim, had received the same invariable remuneration--per junk one- fourteenth of a cent, at the rate he had since learned money was valued in Hawaii.On long lucky summer days when the waters were easy, the junks many, the hours of daylight sixteen, sixteen hours of such heroic toilwould earn over a cent.But in a whole year a towing coolie did not earn more than a dollar and a half.People could and did live on such an income.There were women servants who received a yearly wage of a dollar.The net- makers of Ti Wi earned between a dollar and two dollars a year.They lived on such wages, or, at least, they did not die on them.But for the towing coolies there were pickings, which were what made the profession honourable and the guild a close and hereditary corporation or labour union.One junk in five that was dragged up through the rapids or lowered down was wrecked.One junk in every ten was a total loss.The coolies of the towing guild knew the freaks and whims of the currents, and grappled, and raked, and netted a wet harvest from the river.They of the guild were looked up to by lesser coolies, for they could afford to drink brick tea and eat number four rice every day.
And Ah Kim had been contented and proud, until, one bitter spring day of driving sleet and hail, he dragged ashore a drowning Cantonese sailor.It was this wanderer, thawing out by his fire, who first named the magic name Hawaii to him.He had himself never been to that labourer's paradise, said the sailor; but many Chinese had gone there from Canton, and he had heard the talk of their letters written back.In Hawaii was never frost nor famine.The very pigs, never fed, were ever fat of the generous offal disdained by man.A Cantonese or Yangtse family could live on the waste of an Hawaii coolie.And wages! In gold dollars, ten a month, or, in trade dollars, two a month, was what the contract Chinese coolie received from the white-devil sugar kings.In a year the coolie received the prodigious sum of two hundred and forty trade dollars- -more than a hundred times what a coolie, toiling ten times as hard, received on the eleventh cataract of the Yangtse.In short, all things considered, an Hawaii coolie was one hundred times better off, and, when the amount of labour was estimated, a thousand times better off.In addition was the wonderful climate.
When Ah Kim was twenty-four, despite his mother's pleadings and beatings, he resigned from the ancient and honourable guild of the eleventh cataract towing coolies, left his mother to go into a boss coolie's household as a servant for a dollar a year, and an annual dress to cost notless than thirty cents, and himself departed down the Yangtse to the great sea.Many were his adventures and severe his toils and hardships ere, as a salt-sea junk-sailor, he won to Canton.When he was twenty-six he signed five years of his life and labour away to the Hawaii sugar kings and departed, one of eight hundred contract coolies, for that far island land, on a festering steamer run by a crazy captain and drunken officers and rejected of Lloyds.
Honourable, among labourers, had Ah Kim's rating been as a towing coolie.In Hawaii, receiving a hundred times more pay, he found himself looked down upon as the lowest of the low--a plantation coolie, than which could be nothing lower.But a coolie whose ancestors had towed junks up the eleventh cataract of the Yangtse since before the birth of Christ inevitably inherits one character in large degree, namely, the character of patience.This patience was Ah Kim's.At the end of five years, his compulsory servitude over, thin as ever in body, in bank account he lacked just ten trade dollars of possessing a thousand trade dollars.
