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
The city of Port Louis is the chief port, and capital of the island,
and lies in latitude 20° 9′ 56″ south, and in longitude 57° 28′ 41″
east. It is situated at the head of a triangular bay, and is partly
built on the slopes of the mountains, which enclose it on three sides.
The highest of these is the Pouce, which rises directly in the rear
of the town, to the height of 2800 feet, and from which another range
of mountains extends to the sea in a southwesterly direction. The
mountain range, which encloses the town and its beautiful suburbs,
extends to the northeast; and back of them, towering high above his
compeers, is the summit of the celebrated Peterboth. The town, as seen
from the harbor, has rather an imposing aspect. The Creoles, Coolies,
and the descendants of the former slave population, occupy different
localities, and an occasional minaret of a mosque is seen in the Coolie
quarter of the city.
Port Louis was first settled by the better class of French families,
many of whom were of the old _noblesse_; and their descendants, still
keeping up the old ancestral dignity, have given to the society in
which they live, a tone of superior cultivation and polish, rarely
met with even in countries nearer the centre of civilization. The
population is said to be between fifty and sixty thousand, and
comprises representatives from nearly every nation on the face of the
earth. It is considered one of the most cosmopolitan places in the
world, all the foreign trade of the island being transacted there;
and at early morning, during the business hours, the bustling crowd
of English and French merchants, military, and policemen, sailors,
and Chinese, Arabs, Bengalese, and Parsees, together with natives
“to the manor born,” all seen in their different national costumes,
present to the eye of an untravelled American a scene at once novel and
interesting.
There are large warehouses on the wharves; and a few steps from the
landing an entrance, through a spacious gateway, leads into a large,
open space, called the Place d’Armes, which is planted on each side
with trees. The Governor’s house is situated farther beyond, towards
the mountains.
Previous to 1845, sugars and other articles sent from the Mauritius to
Great Britain were charged with the same duties as the like articles
from India; but during that year the custom rules and regulations were
changed, and the duties being fixed the same “as on like goods of the
same growth, produce, or manufacture of the British Colonies in the
West Indies,” the trade was thus placed on the same footing.
The fort, which commands the town and harbor, stands on a spur of the
mountain we rounded on entering, and the passage being difficult, every
vessel on approaching is required to hoist her flag and fire two guns;
and at night a light must be shown, when a pilot goes on board and
steers the ship safely into port.
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