He was lord of the underground routes which ran to South Africa,
America, Australia, Mexico, Canada and wherever Chinese laborers are
not received free. He seldom dressed well; it did not do in those days
to look opulent in China, and besides American inspectors might suspect
a well-dressed dealer in contract slaves. His voice, unlike the usual
pliable voice of his race, was deep in his raucous throat. He would
not fear to take life if he had a chance in the lonely walks of his
province, if his opponent was a strong obstacle to his worship of his
two gods, money and power. He could not get in as many as he wanted
by the direct route, so he determined to institute the first Chinese
trans-Pacific steamship company, crossing the Pacific to Mexico. I
told him that he never could get the money, as Queen’s Road, Hongkong,
was a long way from Wall Street; that he would sink a million of the
money of his beloved countrymen. He got the money from the Chinese,
intensely conservative as they were, which proved the power of his
persuasion, and he sank it all in two years. He could not be drawn into
much expression by me, though he could speak English well. I heard him,
however, speaking like a Rooseveltian tornado of storm and lightning
unto his own, and once to two foreigners in whom he trusted, because
they had obeyed him at their risk, and he owned them by the bribes they
had accepted. His will was of iron, unyielding. His persistency was as
tireless as Napoleon’s, and his swift victories were many. He could
live without sleep when he planned his campaigns. He would go anywhere
and to anybody to accomplish his aims. He loved whispering. He cast
looks which wielded men. He swept like a vulture on lambs. He struck at
his opponents like a tiger. He was not a Manchu, but he was Manchuized
in his confidence that the Oriental was superior to the foreigner. I
shall never forget the time when he told me that he had “a white man
working for him.” That white man was descended in the third generation
from a brother of a president of America.
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