"About sixty-five Chinamen are in the camp at new D'Hanis. Their boss, Mr. Holland, is a very clever gentleman and very popular with the people and the gang. The ‘gang’ is under Captain Hing Chock, a Chinaman of intelligence and education, who can speak English fluently and has been in the country long enough to learn how to ‘set ’em up’ in good style. They all live in neat tents, having board floors, raised above the ground. A pillow and piece of matting constitutes a bed. They have no chairs. A dinner was being served; we were prevailed on to take hold of a pair of ‘fu ti’ chop sticks. Of course our awkwardness in handling them amused the Chinamen who were spectators.

"Their dinner consisted of rice, black-eyed beans in a sprouting condition, and a certain nut, boiled after taking out the seed, which they get from the old country. Hing Chock informed me that he and some of his men were married and have families who have been left at home. He recently visited his ‘old lady’ and the ‘'little ones’ at an expense of $200, but he had a considerable surplus which he left for their maintenance. Hing Chock and some of his men are inveterate smokers of tobacco. A few of them use opium, especially on Sunday, but the ‘Captain’ deprecates its use in unmistakable language."