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
On reaching the Pagoda anchorage,--which is at the termination of ship
navigation on the Min,--we learned that the _Jacob Bell_ would not
be ready to sail for two or three weeks, during which time, through
the kind hospitality of the house of Messrs. Olyphant & Co., we were
entertained at their residence in Fuh-chau.[37] With the exception
of Hong Kong and Macao, there are no hotels for the accommodation
of foreigners in any of the ports of Southern China. At every place,
however, strangers meet with the most agreeable hospitality from the
foreign residents, who throw open their houses and welcome them with
a delicate heartiness and kind sincerity which no grateful words can
overpraise. Their houses are spacious; and as every one travels with a
servant who takes charge of his apartment, the guest is quite as much
at home as he would be in his own house.
We made the sail from the anchorage to the city of Fuh-chau--which
is about twelve miles further up the river--in a pleasure-boat
belonging to the Imperial Customs. The boat, which was large, and
furnished with sails,--although differently constructed from the
Canton “matrimonials,”--had a cabin which was fitted up in a similar
manner. When leaving the anchorage we not only had the tide with us,
but the wind was also favorable, and until we had taken one or two
turns in the river,--which brought us under the lee of a considerable
mountain,--we sailed with very good speed. We then, however, came to
a dead calm; but after our eight stalwart Fuh-chauan boatmen had been
for a long time sitting quietly and waiting for a propitious wind,
we heard a low, wind-like whistle, and as it became louder discovered
that, sailor-like, they were whistling to call to their aid a friendly
breeze. How long this would have lasted I cannot say, as here Mr. W----
interposed, ordering the chief man to bid them take to their oars,
which they readily did; and while plying them sang in a nasal, and at
times in a harsh, guttural tone a monotonous refrain, to which they not
only kept time with their oars, but also with their feet. Landing at
the hong of Messrs. Olyphant & Co., we were soon comfortably domiciled
in their new and spacious mansion, which occupies a beautiful location,
upon a fine eminence, on the south bank of the river, where most of the
foreigners have their residences.
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