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
Our captain determining, if possible, to sail for Hong Kong before
the arrival of the English mail-steamer, made greater despatch in
coaling than it had been customary for him to do at any other port on
our route, and our time, therefore, did not admit of a very thorough
“doing,” either of the place or its environs. Rising, however, betimes
on the following morning, we were sipping a cup of tea and eating a
biscuit while on our way to town in one of Ramasamy’s covered boats.
Near the landing, according to arrangement, the Dubash had a Malay
garee--a small coach, or cab-like vehicle, drawn by a little Malay
pony--awaiting us. The carriage was built and finished with an eye to
tropical comfort,--the cushions of the seats being covered with a fine
and cool fabric made of the Manilla grass; and between the body of the
carriage and the top there was an open space, of one or two inches,
left for ventilation. Our Malay _syce_, or driver, was neatly dressed,
after the fashion of his caste, with a turban and upper garments of
pure white; and pending from both the upper and lower lobes of his ears
were gold rings, set either with emerald or an excellent imitation
of that precious stone. Sometimes he rode, but more frequently ran
beside his horse, urging the animal on, and looking the picturesque to
perfection.
We first took the public drive upon the Bund, which is a beautiful,
broad, and well-made macadamized road, having an enclosed public ground
on the left, where the sight of a rich growth of grass gladdened our
eyes and reminded us of home, it being the most verdant turf we had
seen since leaving the United States. The hill-sides of Singapore are
green and beautiful with grass, which is doubtless owing to the rains
that, we were told, visited the place nearly every day. The town is
built over a large surface, and the cultivation of trees, shrubs, and
flowers, in the large grounds surrounding the bungalow residences,
receives so much attention that the place seems as much like the
country as the city, with all the advantages of both.
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