judge has a custom of rattling through with as much of this testimony as
his patience will stand, and then shutting off the rest and striking an
average. 

By noon all the business of the court was finished, and then several of
us who had not fared well were remanded to prison; the judge went home;
the lawyers, and officers, and spectators departed their several ways,
and left the uncomely court-room to silence, solitude, and Stiggers, the
newspaper reporter, which latter would now write up his items (said an
ancient Chinaman to me), in the which he would praise all the policemen
indiscriminately and abuse the Chinamen and dead people. 

AH SONG HI. 

End of this Project Gutenberg Etext of Goldsmiths Friend Abroad Again,
by Mark Twain