I was a lonesome, inquisitive kid at that time but ingenious enough to practically become a Chinaman myself during that summer. You may wonder that I did it but I got myself named "Wah Lee Melcium Boy" and nearly every Chinaman there knew me by that name. Under the guise of this "transmutation" I was able to penetrate parts of their secret private lives and sacred religious beliefs. Mostly their religion was a mixture of Taoism, Buddhism and Confucianism. I got to know many of them by their first names, one or two of which now comes to mind as Wong Foo and Chinaboy Ken Tee. There were a number among them I called "my very best friends". All these Chinamen were "coolies" who had been shipped to America to work hard for the "Central Pacific" as railroad section - hands for just a few years out of their lives and they had crossed the Pacific ocean with the fond hope of exchange for a great deal more Chinese money so that after a certain few years in America they would return to China as "money lords" instead of living out their lives as just plain old "coolies". Many of them never did return to China for various reasons. Some got jobs killed while others preferred to stay in the U.S. in special occupations such as cooks, laundrymen or gardeners.
P.S.; This writer and another boy from Tacoma, named Jesse Jackson, went two days later out to the hill where the Chinese graveyard was located and there we saw two little red foxes out of the caves in the limestone ledges above who were eating some of the food which was supposed to be reserved for the deceased journey to paradise. However, it looked like was plenty left over for the journey away.Hobson-Jobson (1886, 2nd ed. 1902) has a long and interesting entry on the word (which they spell cooly).
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