JAVA: THE GARDEN OF THE EAST
such modern conveniences, his ship swings up to solid wharves, and he walks down a gang-plank in civilized fashiona something to be appreciated after the excitements and discomforts of landing in small boats among the screaming heathen of all other Asiatic ports.
On the Singapore wharf is a market of models and a life-class for a hundred painters; and sculptors, too, may study there all the tones of living bronze and the beauties of human patina, and more of repose than of muscular action, perhaps. Japanese, Chinese, Siamese, Malays, Javanese, Burmese, Cingalese, Tamils, Sikhs, Parsees, Lascars, Malabars, Malagasy, and sailor folk of all coasts, Hindus and heathens of every caste and persuasion, are grouped in a brilliant confusion of red, white, brown, and patterned drapery, of black, brown, and yellow skins; and behind them, in ghostly clothes, stand the pallid Europeans, who have brought the law, order, and system, the customs, habits, comforts, and luxuries of civilization to the tropics and the jungle. All these alien heathens and picturesque unbelievers, these pagans and idolaters, Buddhists, Brahmans, Jews, Turks, sun- and fire-worship-ers, devil-dancers, and what not, have come with the white man to toil for him under the equatorial sun, since the Malays are the great leisure class of the world, and will not work. The Malays will hardly live on the land, much less cultivate it or pay taxes, while they can float about in strange little hen-coops of houseboats that fill the river and shores by thousands. Hence the Tamils have come from India to work, and the Chinese to do the iuhwM trading; and the .Malay rests, or at most goes a-fishing, or sits by the canoe-