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 closing part of the narrative is varied by an adventure very
different from what ordinarily falls to the lot of the traveller. On
her return to the United States, for the sake of her health, she was
so unfortunate as to fall into the hands of the pirate Maffit, who
seems to have taken a particular fancy to her personal effects, and
included them among his other robberies. The narrative of her captivity
illustrates the indiscriminating spirit of plunder with which this new
class of freebooters exercise their profession.
W. C. BRYANT.
* * * * *
A YEAR IN CHINA.
CHAPTER I.
A voyage to China in a sailing vessel is an every-day occurrence, and
its monotonous sea-life usually barren of interesting incidents; but
taking a steamer, and making a sort of yachting trip of it, as it was
our good fortune to do, renders it one of the most enjoyable pieces of
sea-travel one can make.
We took passage for Hong-Kong in the _Poyang_,--a new steamer belonging
to the mercantile house of Messrs. Olyphant & Co., and designed for
navigating the Yangtsz-Kiang, one of the largest rivers of China.
Although in appearance greatly like one of our river steamers, she
was constructed,--in respect to strength and durability,--more on the
model of our best sea-going vessels. She was also most ably commanded
by Captain George Briggs, and left the dock at the foot of Tenth
Street, East River, on the afternoon of October 26, 1861. Two or three
steamers, built and intended for the river navigation of China, had,
previous to this time, sailed from New York; but we believe none of
them had carried passengers, while the _Poyang_ had, with the women
and children, sixteen. On going aboard the vessel we found her deck
and cabins quite thronged with people, few of whom were incited by
curiosity, but were attracted thither from affectionate interest, to
make their final adieus, and to cheer with good wishes those of their
friends who were about to leave for that far off land,--
“Beyond where Ceylon lifts her spicy breast,
And waves the woods above the watery waste
To the fair kingdoms of the rising day.”
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