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
Recovering a little from the maze into which the peculiarity of
my position and the fairy-like appearance of its surroundings had
thrown me, I perceived a middle-aged lady, handsomely dressed in dark
material, standing on a dais at the further end of the room; who, as I
looked towards her, directly bowed, and with a quiet dignity, shaking
her hands before her, greeted me with the Chinese salutation--“Tsing!
Tsing!”--i. e. Hail! Hail! Drawing near, I also bowed while saluting
her in the same manner; but with the exception of these words of
salutation, and a few simple phrases, I knew nothing of the language,
and our intercourse was consequently continued in pantomime. This
lady led me through a door opening back of the dais into another
apartment, at the further end of which there was again another dais,
with a broad passage leading from it to the rooms beyond. On each side
of this passage tasteful boudoirs led to richly furnished bedrooms,
near which we observed two very pretty and elegantly dressed young
women standing one on each side of the entrance. They were leaning in
graceful attitudes against the corners of the boudoirs, and as both
continued to bow and repeat their salutations during our approach,
in order to return them properly I was obliged to advance bowing and
shaking my hands, first to one and then to the other, until we reached
and ascended the dais. They then led me into one of the boudoirs,
where, standing a little back of a table, on which was lying their
embroidery, chairs were placed, and I was motioned to be seated. The
middle-aged lady,--who evidently occupied a position of honor in the
household,--took the chair next to mine, while the two younger ladies
stood, one on our right and the other on our left, during the whole
interview. With their small feet this must have been fatiguing to them,
but if etiquette demanded it they were obliged to endure the discomfort
without complaining. They were in costumes of rich silk fabrics
ornamented in gay colors, and their hair was elaborately arranged and
dressed with flowers. They also wore elegant ornaments of gold and
precious stones, and had their cheeks and lips rouged; their gentle and
lady-like manners, as well as their entire demeanor, being of that cast
which belongs only to the most delicate refinement. We were scarcely
seated when not only the room was filled, but there was also a group
about the door of the apartment, and I soon found myself not only a
curiosity to the ladies and children, but also to the servants, which
last stood in the outer circle, and were very respectable-looking women
and girls.
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