A sailor's life under four sovereigns, Volume 3 (of 3)Keppel, Henry, Sir
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A sailor's life under four sovereigns, Volume 3 (of 3)
Keppel, Henry, Sir
Admirals -- Great Britain -- Biography; Great Britain. Royal Navy
The Commandant was a sort of Cossack savage of low rank, but, although
generally under the influence of drink, always treated me with military
respect. His garrison consisted of about fifteen persons, distinguished
from the villagers by being allowed, occasionally, to shave. The women
were repulsive-looking, and all wore great boots. The Commandant always
presented me with an official return of the state of his garrison,
which no one could decipher. Drunkenness was the order of the day. A
small log-shed with a hole about eighteen inches square was the only
receptacle for such as could not stand. Into this they were thrust head
foremost by those that could, and from which they came out, I suppose,
when able to do so without help.
The evening before we sailed some of our officers assembled for a
convivial evening at the Commandant’s. In the middle of a song his wife
withdrew behind a screen that divided the apartment, and a few minutes
afterwards a noise, as from a kid, announced the birth of a child,
which proved to be the son and heir. Instead of retiring and leaving
the lady in her trouble, a toast was drunk and an impromptu song in
honour of the little stranger. I had called on the lady two days before
and observed nothing particular except that she looked like a Cossack
without a beard.
[Sidenote: Aug. 8.]
Having completed coaling (coal six roubles per ton), and settled
accounts, we weighed. Some twelve miles to the southward we had heard
of a place, “Adnginoo,” with a river, and fish and crystals to be
picked up; we came to abreast of it. The river, like all others along
the coast, has a bar entrance--a short distance up it is exceedingly
picturesque.
Some of our party ascended in the light boats of the Gelyaks. There
were the usual small villages at the mouth, with dried fish, sleigh
dogs, confined bears, smell and dirt. Natives, a quiet inoffensive
race, their only weapon a fish spear. One seining party had several
good hauls, getting, besides salmon, what our fishermen called cucumber
smelts; they certainly smelt of cucumber, and were good eating. Several
fish were also taken. I pinned one down in the river with a boat-hook.
With the dense wood and covert along the coast and mountains the nearly
total absence of any living thing was remarkable. High up the river, a
rather peculiar mussel was found, so thick and firmly implanted that
the bottom of the river had the appearance of pavement. I obtained
specimens. A fresh breeze having sprung up from the westward, we
hurried our sportsmen on board and weighed under sail. There might have
been crystal caves in the neighbourhood, but we found nothing beyond
broken stones with small pieces of crystal attached. With the dredge I
had no success.
CHAPTER XCIV
THE CHINA COMMAND
[Sidenote: 1868. Flag in _Rodney_, Aug. 14.]
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