NEW ZEALAND
FOLK * BALLAD
  The Lost Chinaman

 
James Hyndes    1911

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This is a good example of a topical ballad used to recall   
a significant event in a district and to honour those who 
who were the heroes of the event. 
                              





Bush life is rather quiet to the working class at least,
and we don't get much sensation down at Ohakune East.
But our peace was badly fractured on the 29th of June,
For the news had come upon us like the burst of a balloon
That the Chinamen went shooting when the ground was white with frost
Had somehow got separated, and that poor old Chan was lost;


Ohakune East is now called "The Junction." On the day of King George V’s coronation at Westminster Abbey, the 29th June, 1911, a Chinese storekeeper and his nephew went hunting pigeons in the snow-covered forest below today's Old Coach Road. 40-year-old Chan Yin ran a grocery store for the timber and railway workers, and his nephew, 22-year-old Tommy Chan, managed Chan Yin's billiards saloon.



So the bushmen got their rifles, and they put their oilskins on
And invited every one they met to come and look for John.
And a huge crowd soon assembled to take part in the search,
And they started on this mission amid rimu, pine and birch;


Rifles were for signaling. "Oilskins"were raincoats, leggings and rainhats made from canvas covered in linseed oil.  "John Chinaman" was the colonists' terms for any Chinese man.  "Pine" was kahikatea, "birch" was southern beech or tawhai.

Some were used to open country, some at home within the bush,
While others would be better firing cannons off the cush.


 ...they spent most of their time bouncing balls off the cushions of the tables in Chan's billiards saloon.

But the Benbows and Bill Tucker knowing every leaf and bough,
Utilised both mind and muscle to locate the missing Chow.
And the public speculated that 'twould be one of those three
Who'd return before the sun went down with the popular Chinee.

They found where poor Chan spent the night, the fresh prints of his feet
And the silver off some chocolates which was all he had to eat;
They shouted out and cooee-ed, then they listened for reply,
But the lost one did not hear them, though he must have been close by
With whistles, guns and shouting, they made a dreadful din,
But with all their search and signals they could not locate Chan Yin.

The night was fast approaching with their searching all in vain,
So each one found himself compelled to start for home again;
But some three or four sat chatting on Gamman's loco' line,
Telling yarns to one another, regardless of the time.
It seems an act of providence that they remained so late,
For all were of the opinion that poor Chan had met his fate.


Gamman's Timber Mill was located across the river from the Ohakune Railway Station, and then downstream.



Gamman's locomotive line ran up into the forest below the Old Coach Road.






They heard a distant gun-shot and cooee-ed in reply,
Then they listened for a moment, and they heard a faint Al-i.
Then through bungas, logs and bushes, they hurried to the place
And found him almost frozen with a smile upon his face.
He had one boot off and one boot on, and hadn't much to say.
He had thrown his rifle, and his birds, and cartridges away.


Bungas are tree ferns, today called pungas by Pakeha, and ponga by Maori. Down south on the West Coast, bushmen called them bungee trees.

They took the wet and muddy clothes all off the frozen man,
And took their own clothes off their backs and put them on to Chan;
And I'm proud that I am living in a district where we can
Find someone who'll take off their clothes to warm their fellow man;

Then each one there in turn helped to "piggy-back" him home,
and tried to cheer and comfort the subject of this poem.
They saddled up George Arnott and Chan Yin took his seat,
And he said that Arnott's paces would be very hard to beat;

Then they put him on to Flannel and then the fun began,
He did his best to pig-jump, but he couldn't throw old Chan
Who rode him rather reckless through the thistles, logs and burrs,
And I'm sure a record would be broke if Chan had had his spurs.

Then Peddar put him on his back, and started with his load,
And Chan Yin sat him like a bird, from there out to the road.
He stuck to everyone in turn, and quite enjoyed the ride,
He said Jim Blackburn's very rough when altering his stride;
Alf Kay shyed rather badly at the sight of Gamman's shed,
But he made the pace a cracker when Chan gave him his head;

These are all horse-riding terms. They pretended to be "horsies" to raise his spirits and to warm him up.

  Here is Gamman's millling shed.

They told him that he'd soon be home and there be put to rights,
And he looked as if he needed it, as we faced the station lights;
Then they asked him if he savvied Charlie Fisher's big hotel
And I think if Chan could answer, he would say, "not very well!"
But they carried him on quickly, and his pulse was beating wild,
As they carried him inside at last, to his anxious wife and child.

Charlie Fisher's big hotel, the Grande Hotel, is now Turoa Lodge.
Chan Yin ran the Waimarino Supply Store bottom right.
Tommy Chan managed the billiards parlour left.


The neighbours got a basin, and they first washed off the mud
Then they rubbed his limbs and body for to circulate the blood.
They gave him food and brandy; they put him in his bed;
And they heaped the blankets on him, but he lay there like the dead
(Had he spent another evening where the pines and pigeons grow
He would now be over yonder, where we all must some day go).

The pinecones of our southern pines or podocarps - kahikatea, rimu, totara etc - evolved to lose the scales over their seeds while at the same time their centre stalk became juicy. These 'berries' were food for the pigeons that also ate the seeds and thus spread the trees.

Then they gave a few directions for attention by-and-bye,
And Missus Chan Yin answered each instruction with Al-i.
He kept his bed for quite a time, and had many an ache and pain
'Ere he could rise and venture out, to use his limbs again;

He spoke of his adventures to his children and his wife,
And was grateful to the searchers whom he knew had saved his life;
He offered a reward to those who found him I've been told,
And they only joked the matter off, and would not take his gold;

But he said he was determined their kindness to repay,
He'd give a banquet to his friends, the following Saturday.
He hired the Gamman Employees' Hall, just opposite the mill
And sent us invitation cards to come and have our fill.

Gamman's milling shed on on the left, Employees Hall on the right.
George & Bill Gamman employed about 90 workers.



And some seventy or eighty responded to his call,
And the tables creaked with good things as we stepped inside the hall.
There were many nationalities, well represented there,
Ana we started operations with Ritchie in the chair.
He said our host was glad to see so many smiling faces
And invited every mother's son to kindly take their places;

So we slackened out our belts a hole, and each one took his chair,
And you talk about a supper; well, I'll tell you what was there:
There were sandwiches and cigarettes, and current buns, and beer,
Queen cakes, sponge and pound cakes, and lollies too; oh dear!
You should have seen the sausage rolls, I fancy still I can,
And bottles of Scotch whisky, for to drink the health of Chan,

There were oranges and apples and bananas there that night,
And the soft drinks that he turned on, I tell you were alright;
There were dainties there, I'm sure, to suit the palate of each man
Some say that Chinamen are mean - you can't say that of Chan.

Then Ritchie honoured new King George, the Ruler over all,
And the boys with flowing glasses, soon responded to his call.
We sang the National Anthem that we'd often sung before,
And we raised our glasses empty, and held them out for more.

King George V - he had been newly crowned the day Chan got lost.
The national anthem was God Save the King. God Defend NZ did not become our national anthem until 1979.

While the waiters charged our glasses, which took a brace of shakes,
We also made a murderous charge upon the sandwiches and cakes.
A guest then rose to sing a song amidst a loud applause,
And he got a good reception from the crowd of wagging jaws;

Then someone soon proposed the health of Chan our smiling host,
And with the din of cheering it beat King George's toast;
We sto
od with flowing glasses of whisky, beer and gin,
I heard a clink of glasses, and a chorus of "Chan Yin"
When I heard a general gurgle and then a stamp of feet,
Then I knew it all was over, and again I took my seat!

Then someone sang another song, it was "English Bill," I think;
Then each lit up a cigarette, and had another drink.
Then we drank the health of Benbows, and the searchers one and all;
In fact we drank the health of those who never searched at all!

And the speakers were quite jolly as they gave their short address,
And we drank to local industries, the Town Board and the Press;
Then our host got up and thanked those (in a few but grateful words)
Who had brought about his rescue when lost out shooting birds,
And we were glad that we had snatched him from Jordan's golden brink
So we cheered him in chorus; then we had another drink.

The old Christian metaphor for death was to leave the harsh Arabian desert and cross the River Jordan into the paradise of the fertile Jordan Valley.

We had songs and recitations, clog-dances and break-downs
And it beat the comic operas which I've seen in bigger towns.
A phonograph was switched on, and announced a song, I think,
When the singer was invited to "come and have a drink!"

A phonograph was a mechanical record player powered by a wind-up spring.

We sang of Jacob's Ladder and the Old Bridge by the Mill,
While some danced Maori hakas - you could not keep us still;
Some spoke of their relations, who were rolling in great wealth,
and of course we had to listen, or perhaps to drink their health.

But each one had a good time, and as we strolled away,
We all felt that we would like to find old Chan Yin every day.
I've tried to do this into verse; I've done the best I can,
and wind up now with
                    GOOD LUCK TO CHAN YIN THE CHINAMAN.
JAMES HYNDES    

Samuel Gamman

- was born in Kent, England, in 1831. He gained experience in engineering as a corporal in the Royal Engineers. He emigrated to New Zealand in 1859, and set up a timber milling operations at Oxford, near Christchurch. In 1879 he went bankrupt and built a new mill at Bunnythorpe, near Palmerston Nth and went bankrupt again in 1886. Undeterred he set up again at Dannevirke and prospered.

Samuel's sons, George and William Gammon, and ... Simmons, trading as G A Gammon & Co opened a timber mill at Foxton and in 1894 bought a schooner to carry their timber to Australia. In 1900 they supplied 500 cubic metres of timber to Sydney.

When the North Island Main Trunk line was completed in 1908, they built a mill at Ohakune, across the river from where the OCR Cafe is today. The mill could produce more than 100 cubic metres a day, and included George Gamman's patented new planing plant for making tongue and groove boards.  Many of the mill hands, including James Hyndes,  had worked at the Gamman mill near Dannivirke, where Chan Yin & Co had opened a store 3 years previously.

The Ohakune mill was destroyed by fire in April 1913, putting 90 men out of work. Many found work road-building.

Chan Chek Yin

 - was born in Jung Seng County, Guangdong, in 1870. After arriving in Wellington in 1896, he began opening fruit, vegetable and grocery stores, including a grocery store in Dannivirke in 1906, then moved to Ohakune in 1909, bought land at Ohakune Junction and opened another store there. Six months after Chan Yin was rescued, his Ohakune store burnt down. But he had insured it and was able to rebuild. The store burnt down again in 1930.

He brought several members of his family out from China to work for him, including his nephew Tommy Chan. Eventually there were Chan Yin stores in most of the surrounding districts, including Rangataua, Pokaka, Horopito and Raetihi.

He moved back to Hong Kong around 1937 but sadly was caught there by the Japanese invasion in 1941 and suffered badly as a result, dying in Hong Kong in 1943, aged 73.

James Hyndes

-was a tally clerk who had previously worked for the Gammon company in Dannivirke. A well-educated man, he served on the Ohakune School Committee.

'The Lost Chinaman' with no comments

Bush life is rather quiet to the working class at least,
and we don't get much sensation down at Ohakune East.
But our peace was badly fractured on the 29th of June,
For the news had come upon us like the burst of a balloon
That the Chinaman went shooting when the ground was white with frost
Had somehow got separated, and that poor old Chan was lost;

So the bushmen got their rifles, and they put their oilskins on
And invited every one they met to come and look for John.
And a huge crowd soon assembled to take part in the search,
And they started on this mission amid rimu, pine and birch;

Some were used to open country, some at home within the bush,
While others would be better firing cannons off the cush.
But the Benbows and Bill Tucker knowing every leaf and bough,
Utilised both mind and muscle to locate the missing Chow.
And the public speculated that 'twould be one of those three
Who'd return before the sun went down with the popular Chinee.

They found where poor Chan spent the night, the fresh prints of his feet
And the silver off some chocolates which was all he had to eat;
They shouted out and cooee-ed, then they listened for reply,
But the lost one did not hear them, though he must have been close by
With whistles, guns and shouting, they made a dreadful din,
But with all their search and signals they could not locate Chan Yin.

The night was fast approaching with their searching all in vain,
So each one found himself compelled to start for home again;
But some three or four sat chatting on Gammon's loco' line,
Telling yarns to one another, regardless of the time.
It seems an act of providence that they remained so late,
For all were of the opinion that poor Chan had met his fate.

They heard a distant gun-shot and cooee-ed in reply,
Then they listened for a moment, and they heard a faint Al-i.
Then through bungas, logs and bushes, they hurried to the place
And found him almost frozen with a smile upon his face.
He had one boot off and one boot on, and hadn't much to say .
He had thrown his rifle, and his birds, and cartridges away.

They took the wet and muddy clothes all off the frozen man,
And took their own clothes off their backs and put them on to Chan;
And I'm proud that I am living in a district where we can
Find someone who'll take off their clothes to warm their fellow man;

Then each one there in turn helped to "piggy-back"' him home,
and tried to cheer and comfort the subject of this poem.
They saddled up George Arnott and Chan Yin took his seat,
And he said that Arnott's paces would be very hard to beat;

Then they put him on to Flannel and then the fun began,
He did his best to pig-jump, but he couldn't throw old Chan
Who rode him rather reckless through the thistles, logs and burrs,
And I'm sure a record would be broke if Chan had had his spurs.

Then Peddar put him on his back, and started with his load,
And Chan Yin sat him like a bird, from there out to the road.
He stuck to everyone in turn, and quite enjoyed the ride,
He said Jim Blackburn's very rough when altering his stride;
Alf Kay shyed rather badly at the sight of Gamman's shed,
But he made the pace a cracker when Chan gave him his head;

They told him that he'd soon be home and there be put to rights,
And he looked as if he needed it, as we faced the station lights;
Then they asked him if he savvied Charlie Fisher's big hotel
And I think if Chan could answer, he would say, "not very well!"
But they carried him on quickly, and his pulse was beating wild,
As they carried him inside at last, to his anxious wife and child.

The neighbours got a basin, and they first washed off the mud
Then they rubbed his limbs and body for to circulate the blood.
They gave him food and brandy; they put him in his bed;
And they heaped the blankets on him, but he lay there like the dead
(Had he spent another evening where the pines and pidgeons grow
He would now be over yonder, where we all must some day go).

Then they gave a few directions for attention by-and-bye,
And Missus Chan Yin answered each instruction with Al-i.
He kept his bed for quite a time, and had many an ache and pain
'Ere he could rise and venture out, to use his limbs again;

He spoke of his adventures to his children and his wife,
And was grateful to the searchers whom he knew had saved his life;
He offered a reward to those who found him I've been told,
And they only joked the matter off, and would not take his gold;

But he said he was determined their kindness to repay,
He'd give a banquet to his friends, the following Saturday.
He hired the Gamman Employees' Hall, just opposite the mill
And sent us invitation cards to come and have our fill.

And some seventy or eighty responded to his call,
And the tables creaked with good things as we stepped inside the hall.
There were many nationalities, well represented there,
Ana we started operations with Ritchie in the chair.
He said our host was glad to see so many smiling faces
And invited every mother's son to kindly take their places;

So we slackened out our belts a hole, and each one took his chair,
And you talk about a supper; well, I'll tell you what was there:
There were sandwiches and cigarettes, and current buns, and beer,
Queen cakes, sponge and pound cakes, and lollies too; oh dear!
You should have seen the sausage rolls, I fancy still I can,
Ana bottles of Scotch whisky, for to drink the health of Chan,

There were oranges and apples and bananas there that night,
And the soft drinks that he turned on, I tell you were alright;
There were dainties there, I'm sure, to suit the palate of each man
Still some say Chinamen are mean - you can't say that of Chan.

Then Ritchie honoured new King George, the Ruler over all,
And the boys with flowing glasses, soon responded to his call.
We sang the National Anthem that we'd often sung before,;
And we raised our glasses empty, and held them out for more.

While the waiters charged our glasses, which took a brace of shakes,
We also made a murderous charge upon the sandwiches and cakes.
A guest then rose to sing a song amidst a loud applause,
And he got a good reception from the crowd of wagging jaws;

Then someone soon proposed the health of Chan our smiling host,
And with the din of cheering it beat King George's toast;
We stood with flowing glasses of whisky, beer and gin,
I heard a clink of glasses, and a chorus of "Chan Yin"
Then I heard a general gurgle and then a stamp of feet,
Then I knew it all was over, and again I took my seat!

Then someone sang another song, it was "English Bill," I think;
Then each lit up a cigarette, and had another drink.
Then we drank the health of Benbows, and the searchers one and all;
In fact we drank the health of those who never searched at all!

And the speakers were quite jolly as they gave their short address,
And we drank to local industries, the Town Board and the Press;
Then our host got up and thanked those (in a few but grateful words)
Who had brought about his rescue when lost out shooting birds,
And we were glad that we had snatched him from Jordan's golden brink
So we cheered him in chorus; then we had another drink.

We had songs and recitations, clog-dances and break-downs
And it beat the comic operas which I've seen in bigger towns.
A phonograph was switched on, and announced a song, I think,
When the singer was invited to "come and have a drink!"

We sang of Jacob's Ladder and the Old Bridge by the Mill,
While some danced Maori hakas - you could not keep us still;
Some spoke of their relations, who were rolling in great wealth,
and of course we had to listen, or perhaps to drink their health.

But each one had a good time, and as we strolled away,
We all felt that we would like to find old Chan Yin every day.
I've tried to do this into verse; I've done the best I can,
and wind up now with
                    GOOD LUCK TO CHAN YIN THE CHINAMAN.
JAMES HYNES              
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