The chinago by jack london

Ah Chow, however, did not care for the maxim. They knew their business best. Schemmer had decided that the event would be a good object-lesson, and so he called in the coolies from the fields and compelled them to be present.

Then he heard the sergeant's voice in sharp command. But it was that, precisely that, which made the death of this Chinago unique. Read the next short story; The Curious Fragment. It is not like hanging on the end of a rope and kicking and making faces for five minutes.

In the end they would be let go. He saw the weight which had been added, and noted that one of Schemmer's knots had slipped. This judgment would soon be rendered.

Nobody who died that way ever came back to say. To the gendarme all Chinagos looked alike. This differentiation implies that people are capable of mutual awareness.

He knew discipline and fear of authority, and from God down to the sergeant of gendarmes the only difference to him was the measure of slavish obedience which he rendered. They grew angry without apparent cause, and their anger was always dangerous.

He could see that. He had seen a few of the white devils. He looked at his watch. He sat with impassive face, while the magistrate rendered the judgment.

There had been a stoppage of the trades. The knife did not tickle. The Chinago was carrying the foolishness too far. The French, with no instinct for colonization, futile in their childish play-game of developing the resources of the island, were only too glad to see the English Company succeed.

Schemmer would never have cause to complain. A jerk on a stout piece of cord loosed the blade and it dropped with a flash, neatly severing the banana trunk. Part of his mirth was assumed, but he considered it his humane duty to cheer up the Chinago. Schemmer, Karl Schemmer, was a brute, a brutish brute.

And here he was to receive fifty cents a day; for one day, only one day, he was to receive that princely sum. It is like killing a chicken with a hatchet.

It is only a Chinago. After that they rode along in silence. It is very good. That had been a blow. The honourable jailer has made a mistake. It was twenty miles from Papeete to Atimaono, and over half the distance was covered by the time the Chinago again ventured into speech.

Jack London () was an American writer who produced two hundred short stories, more than four hundred nonfiction pieces, twenty novels, and three full-length plays in less than two decades. His best-known works include The Call of the Wild, The Sea Wolf, and White Fang.

The Chinago

In his tales of the South Seas, Jack London so often employs dark humor and grim irony in order to illuminate the ruthless exploitation of nonwhite people by white capitalist interlopers that, at first reading, "The Chinago" and "The Whale Tooth" seem to offer little that is different.

The Chinago by Jack London. Ah Cho did not understand French. He sat in the crowded court room, very weary and bored, listening to the unceasing, explosive French that.

The Chinago

London, Jack // Theft: A Play In Four Acts;1/ 1/, p The article presents the script for the Act 4 of the play "Theft," by Jack London. Code of the Wild. The Chinago. BY JACK LONDON "The coral waxes, the palm grows, but man departs."—Tahitian proverb.

AH CHO did not understand French. He sat in the crowded court-room, very weary and bored, listening to the unceasing, explosive French that now one official and now another uttered.

Dec 21,  · Tags: Jack London, Short Story reading Project, The Chinago Jack London’s short story, “The Chinago.” My short story reading project for is winding down, with just a few stories to go.

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