Word: hair
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...that city showed me great respect. Whenever they saw me on the street, they crowded around me and shouted "Oh, see the Chinaman; pull his pigtail; knock him down!" - expressions which, my interpreter told me, signified great pleasure of seeing me. Some even actually pulled my long plait of hair, - evidently a very high compliment. For the Americans express good-will by touching one another. When pleased with themselves they rub their own hands; when pleased with others, they rub and shake the hands of others. Different degrees of pleasure are expressed by different manners of touching. When greatly pleased...
PERHAPS you saw him with me in the Yard last week, - a long, thin man dressed in black, with a capacious white felt hat resting soberly on his straight black hair, smooth face, and age anywhere from forty-five to sixty? No, you did n't see him? Well, he looked every inch (and he is some seventy-seven inches high) exactly what he is, the leading deacon of the Smithfield Centre Orthodox Church; one of the bluest of the blue, and a most unrelenting enemy of card-playing, horse-racing, dancing, and the theatre. I trembled...
...laid my head upon the block. Not even then was I awed by the moment. I felt my pulse. It was beating regularly and firmly. With my hand I held up a lock of hair at the back of my neck, so that the blow might be a clean one; and then I waited...
...position was uncomfortable. My arm ached from holding up the lock of hair. I moved slightly. Then I grew impatient. I arose and stretched myself, as though I had just awaked from a deep sleep. I descended from the platform. The people made way for me as I passed. I was not decided what to do. I felt provoked that I had been kept so long. I walked slowly on, past my familiar haunts. Some children that were playing in the street turned at hearing my step. On seeing me they screamed and rushed away. I was grieved...
Here I fortunately ceased to be the object of his attention, which was henceforth devoted to Grynde, who was reading his Kant in the further corner. "Ain't he got funny hair?" said he, pointing at his victim. "His mamma forgot to put a pin in HIS ribbon," smoothing a blue bow at his own throat. A few remarks then ensued between his aunt and grandmother, and then followed, "Oh, I know Mrs. Smith." "Yes, dear." "Yes, and she's just got a little boy; God sent him down from heaven." Then reflectively looking at me, "Did HE come down...