friend patron kin

She'd left in a steamer off to the Far East where one of her aunts a plantation had leased. Upon her arrival there in that far place did she get a healthy and quite sudden taste of life in a country where she'd never been where she'd few connections to friend patron kin. As soon as her feet set down on that dark soil there was a sharp outcry from all those who toiled but were not well paid for their labors or time whereupon they rioted in their work-lines. The young lass did hurry away from the port as soon as she heard the rifle's sharp retort and witnessed the marching of colony troops whose bayonets glinted as did their black boots. She fled through the city and into a slum and was there more foreign than most anyone except for an old crone who savvied her plight and gave her somewhere to bed down for the night. The next day the city lay sorely abused while still brightly smoldered the stevedores' fuse and our pretty heroine soon understood that things in that colony were less than good. On reaching her relatives she was well met and told them no longer to worry or fret and told them she'd be heading back into town to help and assist they whose friendship she'd found. She'd then soon established a home for the sick and endured some beatings with long bamboo-sticks for her brash involvement in worker affairs by old and fat white men both baffled and scared that there was a Western girl out in the heat whose actions and rhetoric them would unseat. The workers won finally a few cents more and steeled themselves to head to battle once more and win Independence from their foreign masters and call themselves free men happily e'er after.

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