I am to go on a sailing-vessel to China, to be gone two years.
When China is a nation, her people will be no longer a "yellow peril."
On top of the barrel was a tin coffeepot, a china cup, and half a loaf of bread.
My plan was to quit her in China, and to remain beyond the Capes for ever.
For every box of opium sold, the mate got a china dollar as a perquisite.
I shall, ...