The medical certificate of Dr Wah Hing / by Albert Dressler.

  • Albert Dressler
Date:
1930
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Credit: The medical certificate of Dr Wah Hing / by Albert Dressler. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    will be enough to stop the progress of the ambitions of the Americans. The undersigned feels that this step taken to save his country will be ap¬ proved by the Supreme National Au¬ thority and, consequently, believes that this petition will be granted. In addressing this note to Mr. Diego A. Forbes, Vice Consul of His Majesty the King of Britain, the un¬ dersigned requests that it will be giv¬ en a quick solution and has the honor to offer him his high esteem and con¬ sideration. God and Liberty, Santa Barbara, June 29, 1846, at 1 a. m. (Original Signature) Pio Pico To Mr. Diego A. Forbes, Vice Con¬ sul of H. M. King of Britian. OLD AND ODD Continued from page 4 crack of the whip, and I imagine 1, can see the moustached driver whosj capable hands handled the reins ai/l guided his willing high-spirited ste/ds over the rough mountain roads. When this coach arrived and/was stationed temporarily in front </f my home, I was delighted to not6 the interest displayed in it by adu/ts; but my greatest pleasure was wl/en the children came from far and iiear and with open-mouthed childish/ curiosity inspected it. They climbecV over it, crawled inside, asked coimtless ques¬ tions and seemed almost #s enthusias¬ tic about it as I was. My activities have n<Wer been con¬ fined along any particular line in this treasurer gathering, it may be a Western historical item, an old Span¬ ish shawl, a curiou/ weapon, or an old newspaper. I delight in slipping away for a day or; so, rummaging and prying into some antique shop or out- of-the-way place/ never knowing what moment I may discover a new prize. NITRO Continued on p&ge 5 hitched his team of/mules to the tongue, andt climbecj/into the seat. “Don’t forget ray plug,” I said to him. “And I hope you don’t strike any rocks on the road!’ He laughed and waved his hand as the mules got under way. “And don’t forget about Walt Mann, either!” I yelled as a last warnin’. But he was cussin’ his mules and didn’t hear me. That’s the kind of a feller he was—he wouldn’t a been scared' if he’d been totin’ the hull soup /factory. 'ell, I watched him out of sight do/m the road, and then went back W my work of stirrin’ up another »4tch of harnessed thunder. Sometime later—I judged Lefty must have got about half way to his destination—I was almost knocked off my feet by the sound of a terrible explosion. I had heard nothing like it before, nor have I since. It was a roar, a blast, and a bunch of thunder all mixed together in one vast up¬ heaval of sound. I knew it had hap¬ pened miles away, yet it made the factory tremble and darned near scared me to death. I ran out doors and looked in the direction the sound had come from, and seen a pale dust cloud slowly settlin’ back to earth. “Well,” I scays to my boss, Jim Peavey, “what do you think?” “I think,” says Jim, shakin ’his head real sorrowful-like, “that some pore devil has moved away unex¬ pectedly, and ’tain’t likely he’ll be cornin’ back for a long, long time.” “Jim,” says I, pointin’ to the dust cloud, “I’ll bet you a pair of leather overalls that that’s the last I ever see of Lefty or my ten-cent piece!” But in that I was wrong, in one particular at least. I did see my ten- cent piece again, but not in the same condition as when I gave it to Lefty.