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
vessel to drag her anchors, orders were given to get up steam, so that
if necessary we could put out to sea in order to avoid foundering in
the bay. The stanch little _Poyang_, however, shivered but slightly,
and did not change her mooring; although the wind from sundown until
midnight was like a hurricane in violence. These southeasterly gales
are of frequent occurrence, sweeping not only the bay but the town
itself. They are said to blow away all disease, and to render the
climate salubrious and healthy; hence the inhabitants are pleased to
call the “black southeaster” the Cape Town doctor.
During the prevalence of the gale it was perilous to go on shore,
even in the substantial and safe-sailing lighters; and at one time it
would have been nothing short of downright madness for any one to have
attempted it even in them. The next day, however, was calm, and the
bay was again as placid as a river; so, taking advantage of the beauty
of the morning, and feeling that if we wished to go sight-seeing we
must improve every moment, (as the coaling was to be prosecuted with
the utmost vigor, in order to sail with despatch,) we took a boat, and
sallied forth to “do” the town.
The streets have a fine business-like appearance, and cross each other
at right angles; the jetty at which we landed being at the foot of
Aderly Street, which terminates in a beautiful avenue of English oaks
near the base of the mountain. Leaving the busy and bustling crowd at
the wharf, and passing a short distance up Aderly, we enter Darling
Street, which is a fine avenue, crossing the former, and running for
some distance parallel with the bay. Here, judging from the extensive
haberdashery establishments, the women of Cape Town must do their
shopping. The best hotel of the place is also in this street, as well
as the “Old Curiosity Shop,” kept by Bridges, and a place of interest,
as will be seen further on. We shall not disguise the fact, that,
true to our womanly instincts and tastes, we were curious to learn
everything possible in regard to dress, and the ornamental advantages
enjoyed by our Saxon sisters of this out-of-the-way South African
Colony; but found, during the little shopping which we executed,
that there was no particular difference between them and our own
countrywomen in this respect: the main point with the tradesman being
to get hold of their money, and the principal point with them being to
spend it when they could get it,--which are, perhaps, two of the most
unerring indications of civilization and refinement that can be met
with. We next visited the book and print shops in quest of sketches
of scenery, and delineations of the different peoples common to the
country; but could find nothing that would be of any service to us,
except a few small cards, on which were paintings, in watercolors,
of the different native races inhabiting South Africa. These being
represented in native costume, and at their particular occupations, as
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