A CHANG HIGH
Chang has arrived. For years vague
rumors have been circulated to the effect
that Europe had a giant that the Tritons
themselves might envy. If an American,
Australian, or Canadian giant was produced,
some scoffing foreigner was always ready
with "Call him a giant? You just ought
to see Chang. Chang can swing his arm
over this fellow's head and not touch him."
Yesterday when the City of Berlin reached
her wharf the cabmen fell back in dismay at
the apparition which loomed up and picked
his way carefully down the gang plank.
This was Chang. He walked up to a
coach with majestic tread and, resting his
hand lightly on the seat which was above an
ordinary man's head, looked down upon the
driver and smiling, said in perfect English:
"Can you drive my secretary and myself to
the Spanish Hotel at 23 Jones street?"
"Can-can you get into the carriage?"
stammered the hackman.
"Oh, yes easily," and the giant crouched
down until his knees nearly reached the
ground, and half slid, half crammed himself
into the vehicle.
A Sun reporter called at the Spanish Hotel
in the afternoon, and saw sitting on an
improvised seat of two chair with heavy
boards laid across, a presence which seemed
to fill the whole room.
Chang is unquestionably the largest man in
the world.
He is gigantic.
Kennebec Reporter, Gardiner, Maine, Dec.
25th, 1880
