Quantcast

Ch. 8: Sino Ong Moro Sayid

Ch. 8: Sino Ong Moro Sayid Page of 361 Ch. 8: Sino Ong Moro Sayid Text size:minus plus Restore normal size   Mail page  Print this page
78
THE PEARL TRADER
with the joss-house; for old Ong was an enlightened Confu­cian Chinese and did not hold with their superstitious practices. He knew every celestial wile, was an expert on the grading of all native products, could write as good a letter in English as in Chinese, and was as honest as the sun. He came to me for thirty pesos a month—fifteen dollars in Ameri­can money—and thought himself passing rich, for his wants were small.
Ong soon taught me the difference between gold and silver-lipped shell and shell of the smoky beard, how much to deduct for mud on the bivalves, why wormy backs were not worth as much as sound, what Trocas shells and window shells were, what they should bring and the best market for them, a useful smattering of the pearl-fishing laws, and a great deal more besides. He also knew the grades of Manila hemp, how to sort, dry and bale abacca, and everything there was to know about the tricks of the natives and Chinos with beeswax, copra, beche-de-mer, gutta-percha and rice. He was a whole ency­clopaedia bound in a pair of black grass-cloth pants and a blue Nanking vest. There was nothing to him in the way of flesh and bone; just a Chinese skin in which dwelt an honest Chinese soul.
If Ong wanted to recruit labor, every coolie in the place was ready to leave his boss, and any Moro tao would take five copper centavos less per day to work for Ong. He knew my greatest need and spoke to a Jap who was in some Chino's clutches. That Jap had a go-down in the finest spot I could wish for—in the plaza facing the customs house where the flame trees bloomed. Ong brought me this man at seven in the morning, and at eight his grasping Chino creditor was paid in full. In the afternoon I sat in my office on the plaza, facing the gorgeous flame trees, and Ong was my chief-of-staff. He was already sweeping the large room behind for a go-down, pleased with himself, with his new boss and with the whole world.
Now Ong and I began to buy pearl-shell to beat the band, and thus I, too, got first offer of the pearlers' gems. Every
Ch. 8: Sino Ong Moro Sayid Page of 361 Ch. 8: Sino Ong Moro Sayid
Suggested Illustrations
Other Chapters you may find useful
Other Books on this topic
bullet Tag
This Page