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
Complying with the suggestions of our faithful and kind colored
steward, I gathered together the few things that were in the drawers
of my state-room, and throwing them hastily on my bed, tied them
securely in the counterpane. I also put the few books which were in my
state-room into a small calico bag; and notwithstanding my confused and
nervous state, had sufficient self-possession and forecast to take a
small hand-trunk, in which I put a change or two of linen, and a few
night-clothes; being careful to add flannel articles, warm stockings,
boots, and gloves for the cold weather on our coast, together with our
toilet articles. To these I also added some pocket-handkerchiefs, one
or two books valuable from association, a few pieces of jewelry, and
some other articles, which, together with the little money we had with
us, would be absolutely necessary in case we should never get any more
of our luggage. We were bidden to make all haste, and the little trunk,
together with two Chinese baskets,--the only articles that we could
take with us,--were soon ready; our trunks of clothing for sea use
having been also got out and placed in the cabin, along with our two
emigrant-looking bundles. There was no time to give any attention to
one’s personal appearance, and it certainly would not be entertaining
to know what kind of plight I was in when taken on board the pirate.
I have already alluded, however, to the fact of having been more ill
than usual during our passage through the Atlantic tropics; and my
lady-readers can readily imagine how they would look _en déshabillé_,
with a loose gown of cotton print, an old shawl thrown about their
shoulders, and a straw hat in place of a bonnet.
The boat came for the third time, when, with the captain, his wife,
and child, we were transferred to the pirate. Happily for us the wind
had continued to lull, and although there was something of a swell,
there was no heavy sea running. For this we were thankful;--but to be
fastened into a chair, and hoisted over the ship’s side by means of
a rope-tackling, into a boat, and then to be re-hoisted in the same
manner, and lowered upon the deck of an armed vessel prepared for
piratical warfare, amid the gaze of brutalized and vicious men, whose
vulgar, jeering expression of countenance was enough to make any one
shrink back involuntarily with loathing and indignation, was a severe
test for a woman, who, both in body and mind, was greatly weakened by a
long voyage and months of disease in the tropics of the East; and yet
all this was but a slight foretaste of what was to follow.
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