A year in China : $b and a narrative of capture and imprisonment, when homeward bound, on board the rebel pirate FloridaWilliams, Martha Noyes
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A year in China : $b and a narrative of capture and imprisonment, when homeward bound, on board the rebel pirate Florida
Williams, Martha Noyes
Capture at sea -- Personal narratives; China -- Description and travel; Piracy -- Personal narratives
We displayed the American flag and fired two guns on entering the
harbor; but, although there were two United States vessels, besides
some English and French, lying at anchor within the bay, none of them
noticed us. This, however, was satisfactorily explained when the
English Consul boarded the steamer; for we then learned that we had
been mistaken for the Rebel pirate Sumter, and that our approach, and
entrance into the port, had caused a good deal of commotion in the
little colony, the Home Government of which had but a short time before
sent instructions to the Governor that no privateers, of the so-called
Southern Confederacy, should be permitted to stop in those waters for
coals or other supplies; and the officials, being determined to carry
out these instructions, were already on the point of bringing some guns
from a little fort, perched on the steep mountain-side, and placing
them in a position where they could be brought to bear upon our vessel.
The masters of the United States ships were also, for a short time,
in great trepidation; and one captain of a whaler made ready to slip
his cable as we steamed towards the bay. He hailed from New Bedford;
but, instead of being obliged to run away from us, came on board with
evident pleasure, bringing a boat-load of his men to attend our Sunday
religious services. Before reaching these islands we fell in with
several vessels, but in almost every instance, when our colors were
unfurled, there was no recognition of the civility until the distance
between us was fast increasing; and one vessel in particular we thought
exceedingly ill-bred, in not at all noticing our salutations. It seemed
now to us very evident that we had all along been mistaken for a Rebel
pirate. Our vessel was long, low, and dark-looking; but with all these
suspicious circumstances against us, it seemed as though, whenever we
sighted a strange ship, or were entering a strange port, that a single
glance through a glass at the women and children on our quarter-deck,
would have satisfied any one that our mission was anything but
piratical.
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