The Blue Dragon: A Tale of Recent Adventure in China
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Munroe Kirk. The Blue Dragon: A Tale of Recent Adventure in China
CHAPTER I. A STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND
CHAPTER II. AMERICA'S UNFRIENDLY WELCOME
CHAPTER III. ROB TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER IV. A TRIUMPH FOR JO'S ENEMIES
CHAPTER V. THREATENED VIOLENCE
CHAPTER VI. THE SHERIFF TAKES PROMPT MEASURES
CHAPTER VII. THE SENTENCE OF THE COURT
CHAPTER VIII. JO'S ENEMIES PREPARE A TRAP
CHAPTER IX. JO FINDS THAT HE IS SOME ONE ELSE
CHAPTER X. WHAT HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO CHINA
CHAPTER XI. ACCEPT A KINDNESS AND PASS IT ALONG
CHAPTER XII. FROM THE GOLDEN GATE TO THE PEARL RIVER
CHAPTER XIII. IN THE WORLD'S MOST MARVELLOUS CITY
CHAPTER XIV. A TURN OF FORTUNE'S TIDE
CHAPTER XV. IN THE HEART OF UNKNOWN CHINA
CHAPTER XVI "FISTS OF RIGHTEOUS HARMONY"
CHAPTER XVII. LEAPING INTO UNKNOWN BLACKNESS
CHAPTER XVIII. A SUPPER OF SACRED EELS
CHAPTER XIX. AN EXHIBITION OF THE RAIN-GOD'S ANGER
CHAPTER XX. ROB MAKES A STARTLING DISCOVERY
CHAPTER XXI. THE REFUGEES OF CHENG-TING-FU
CHAPTER XXII. A CHARGE AND A RACE FOR LIFE
CHAPTER XXIII. STEALING A LOCOMOTIVE
CHAPTER XXIV. THE TIMELY EXPLOSION OF A BOILER
CHAPTER XXV. IN CHINA'S CAPITAL CITY
CHAPTER XXVI. WAR CLOUDS
CHAPTER XXVII. CHINA DEFIES THE WORLD
CHAPTER XXVIII. FIGHTING SIXTY FEET ABOVE GROUND
CHAPTER XXIX. JO HEAPS COALS OF FIRE
CHAPTER XXX. THE CAPTURE OF PEKIN
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These epithets, and many others equally contemptuous, such as "Rat Eater!" and "Piggy Tail!" were gleefully shouted by a mob of young ragamuffins who crowded about a single youthful figure, early one summer morning, on the elm-shaded main street of Hatton. The lad thus hustled and insulted was a good-looking chap according to the standard of his own people; though his long-lashed, wide-set eyes were narrower than those of his tormentors, his clear complexion held a tint of yellow, the front half of his head was shaved, and the remaining luxuriant growth of jet-black hair, such as all Chinese have, and of which they are so proud that they call themselves "the black-haired people," hung in a thick, glossy braid down his back. He wore a blue gown that fastened closely about his neck and fell in severely simple lines, without belt or ornamentation, almost to his feet. Below it could be seen a pair of black silk trousers, tightly fastened over a narrow section of white stockings, that in turn were lost to view in black cloth shoes having embroidered tops and felt soles. He had worn a round, visorless cap of black silk, surmounted by a crimson knot, but this had been knocked off, and now was being ruthlessly kicked and trampled underfoot by the hoodlums who, having discovered a victim that could be abused with impunity, were making the most of the welcome chance. Nor were they without encouragement in their cruel sport; for a group of men and young women, on their way to the great factory that was at once the mainstay of Hatton's prosperity and an ever-threatening menace, had paused to enjoy the sight of a crowd of American boys tormenting a helpless foreigner, and greeted the sorry spectacle with shouts of laughter.
"That's right, kiddies!" cried one of the men. "Down with the yellowbelly, and teach him that this country ain't no place fer him nor his kind."
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"Here it is, Aunt Alice," answered the boy, presenting himself with his battered tin can, a little ruefully, but at the same time with a twinkle in his eyes, at the kitchen door.
"Good gracious, Rob! What has happened?" cried the astonished woman.
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