Front Cover
 The jolly Chinee
 The balky mule
 A Chinese adventure
 Back Cover

Group Title: Palmer Cox primers
Title: The jolly Chinee
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00086412/00001
 Material Information
Title: The jolly Chinee
Series Title: Palmer Cox primers
Physical Description: 16 p. : col. ill ; 15 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Veale, E
Cox, Palmer, 1840-1924 ( Illustrator )
Ward, Lock, and Co ( Publisher )
Hubbard Publishing Co ( Copyright holder )
Publisher: Ward, Lock & Co.
Place of Publication: London
Publication Date: c1897
Subject: Chinese -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1897   ( lcsh )
Advertisements -- 1897   ( rbgenr )
Books printed as advertisements -- 1897   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1897
Genre: Children's stories
Advertisements   ( rbgenr )
Books printed as advertisements   ( rbgenr )
short story   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Statement of Responsibility: illustrated by Palmer Cox ; stories by E. Veale.
General Note: Cover title.
General Note: Illustrated wrappers, with advertisements for Jersey Coffee on p.3-4 of cover.
General Note: "Copyright by Hubbard Pub. Co."-cover
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Bibliographic ID: UF00086412
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002251102
notis - ALK2864
oclc - 244390843

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    The jolly Chinee
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
    The balky mule
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
    A Chinese adventure
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    Back Cover
        Page 16
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WE Wo WANG was a "Jolly Chinee." From
the time he opened his funny almond-shaped eyes
in the morning, until sleep closed them for him at
night, he laughed and chatted and sang the mer-
riest kind of songs.
We Wo Wang had two sisters who had funny
almond-shaped eyes just like his and long straight
black hair, like his also. One day We Wo Wang
said to his sisters, My dears, I am sure if I tried
I might walk down those balusters. I think I
might do it gracefully too, I know just how I would
balance myself." His sisters were horrified at the
idea and begged him not to try, but We Wo Wang
was determined. He mounted the rail, opened his
fan, fluttered it from side to side, and commenced
the descent.
The servants hearing of their master's doings,
hurried from all parts of the house to see the sight.
But alas, for poor We Wo Wang, his foot slipped

and he came crashing down to the floor. Away


flew his hat, away flew his fan. Servants rushed

to pick. him up, and his two little sisters came
hobbling down the stairs as fast as ever they could,

bone broken, and
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was We Wo Wang s pride.
It grieved him to think his servants had seen

his failures. It was bad enough for his sisters
to have been witnesses, but it was dreadful
to have these chattering servants laugh and
joke over his downfall. He made up his mind
to punish them for having so much curiosity, so he
had one of them carry him into the hall, prop him
up with pillows, and then he ordered them to walk
down the balusters, one after the other while he sat
and watched their defeat just as they had witnessed
his. The servants were greatly terrified when they
heard this command, but of course they all had to
try, because they dared not disobey their master's
comman.d. One after another, they mounted the
stairs and took their positions to descend, but not
in the way We Wo Wang intended. Off they
tumbled, one after another, bruising their poor
bodies and wishing they had kept out of the way,
and not been so curious. We Li Ho came very
near coming down in safety, but his foot slipped,
and he too fell down. As We Wo Wang watched
them, he laughed hard enough to split his sides, for
no one could accomplish the feat.


AMID a forest of cypress, fir, and pine trees
stood the palace of old Sultan Allah Baba, with its
cupolas and domes towering high above the wilder-
ness of trees. It was built of white marble and
was very beautiful.
Every desire of Allah's heart was seemingly
satisfied, but he was always looking after new kinds
of pleasure. One day he decided that he must
have a mule to ride. He made known his desire
to his servants and no time was lost in buying the
beast, and of course they tried to select the very
best in all the land. The Sultan came from the
palace to examine the new treasure, and smiled
approvingly at the animal's long ears and shaggy
Now I'll mount him," said Allah Baba, "and
go dashing away on my first ride."
It was easy enough to mount, but the dashing
away did not follow. Not one inch would the

mule move. Allah Baba coaxed and pulled, but for
nought, his muleship would not stir.
Cut me a stick," roared Allah; I'll teach

him a lesson or two." But the stick likewise
proved useless. At last Allah grew desperate.
"A fortune," said he, to the man who makes
this miserable beast move!"

I'll earn it in no time, your Highness," said
one of his servants. Right to work he
went and after several hours' labor he rigged
the troublesome mule in a complete set cf
sails. Then again Allah
Smo:nted his steed and
S ,way thLy went, this time
R-ra *. About the least trouble,
S for old lonoea: *ha.ad to on

The wind filled the sails, and the mule was iur-
prised at himself to think he could go so fast


WE WING Wo was a little yellow chinaman.
He belonged to one of the best families, as any one
could tell from his red and yellow girdle. That he
never worked a day in his life might also be told
by the great length of his finger-nails, of which he
was wonderfully proud. He was also proud of his
round, plump figure, for Chinamen, you know, like
to be fat. Like the rest of his countrymen, he had
almond shaped eyes, and wore his shiny black hair
in a long, carefully combed pig tail.
We Wing Wo was very fond of good things
to eat and he thought no one could cook these
good things as well as his servant Ho Che Lee.
How old We Wing Wo would smile with delight
when the bird's nest soup was set before him, and
then again how merrily he would chuckle over a
dish of shark's fins or deer's sinews, and the never-
forgotten pearly white rice. We Wing Wo could

make his chop sticks fly when all these dainties
graced his table. But above all things We Wing
Wo loved a cup of good, strong tea. It seemed to
drive away all cares and troubles. Ho Che Lee
always kept some ready in a funny brown tea-pot.
We Wing Wo had never been to sea, and he
was seized with a wild desire to try a trip on the
briny deep. One day he called his faithful Ho Che
Lee to him, and telling him his wish bade him pack
a hamper with eatables, hunt up a boat, and prepare
to take the journey with him. Poor Ho Che Lee
shook with fear at such a prospect, but he dared
not question his master's order, and so went away
to do his bidding. When all was ready Ho Che
Lee suggested that it might be better to take with
them somebody who knew a thing or two about a
boat. We Wing Wo agreed to this, a fellow was
found, and the three set sail. All went well at first,
but by and by poor We Wing Wo wished he was
on shore, for he was growing sicker every minute.
"Let's go home," said he. "Sailing is no
pleasure at all."

It was easy enough to say go home, but try
as they might neither the sailor nor Ho Che Lee
could manage the boat.
"Throw out a line," said We Wing Wo, and
see how deep it is." Out went the line, and out
went luckless Lee, not to drown, however, for after
much pulling he was landed safely in the boat.
How all of them longed for shore, and how
very small their chances of getting there did seem!
But fate is sometimes kind, and so she proved her-
self this time.
Some men had been watching the boat from
the shore and had seen the poor fellows' sorry
plight, so they tied a rope round the waist of one
good-hearted Chinaman and sent him to the rescue.
He swam out to them, fastened the rope to the
bow, and with many long, strong pulls We Wing
Wo was hauled to shore.
We Wing Wo was never so glad of anything
as he was to be again on the land, and he made up
his mind that he had had all he wanted of the sea,
and would never again venture upon it.


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