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
When in the latitude of Sierra Leone and Liberia, we were fifty miles
off the coast of Africa, and our first view of this continent was near
Cape Mesurado. It was a very warm, although a bright and beautiful
tropical morning; and after passing a little south of the Cape we
coasted within eight or ten miles of the shore, having in full view a
region of country most luxuriant in rich tropical verdure. The land is
low near the sea, but rises with gentle undulations in the distance;
and with the aid of a glass the thatched huts of the natives could
be distinctly seen, sprinkled among what seemed to be extensive and
beautiful groves of the palm. Many of these groves stretched back
as far as the eye could reach; and the trees being of magnificent
growth, the landscape presented a scene of the most surpassing beauty.
The sea-shore was dotted with fishermen’s huts; and wherever the eye
turned, vegetation wore an aspect rich and luxurious beyond description.
While admiring one of these lovely landscapes a little after mid-day,
opposite the Grain Coast, several small and frail-looking canoes
suddenly made their appearance upon the waters around us, each one
being paddled by a stout man, and a boy of not more than twelve or
fifteen years. When first seen one of the little craft was making
every effort to reach us; and her sable navigators were, by signs,
trying to induce us to stop and barter with them for fish; but paddle
for dear life, as both old and young Africa seemed to do, they were
disappointed; yet nothing daunted they still persevered in the chase,
their little shuttle-shaped canoe darting beautifully over and between
the waves; until, in the end, they were compelled to give us up and
return. In ten or fifteen minutes, however, another canoe appeared,
as if by magic, still nearer to the vessel; whereupon we were so
importuned that our captain finally gave orders for stopping the
engine, and then called stoutly for Africa to come alongside. This
graceful little bark, like the first, was manned by two persons, whom
we thought to be father and son; and they evidently understood the full
force of the phrases,--“Now come on as fast as you can,” “pull away,”
“paddle hard,” &c. They sat in the bottom of the canoe, and their
paddles, which were made of bamboo, were plied without their moving
the body; being first thrust into the water on one side, and then on
the other, with an extraordinary ease, dexterity, and grace, while
they were approaching us with marvellous speed; now with prow and half
her length in air, then sinking behind a wave we nearly lost sight
of her, but directly would appear the heads and shoulders of these
athletic, dusky people, giving unmistakable proof of possessing some
skill, with much vigorous bone and muscle. On nearing the ship they
made us understand by signs that another of their boats, directly in
the rear, contained a man capable of speaking English; and just then
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