Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical NovelGreey, Edward
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Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical Novel
Greey, Edward
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
When the sailors had taken their seats a number of attendants entered
with huge kettles of warm wine, which they poured into little cups that
were placed by the right hand of each guest. Now, as a sailor's capacity
for liquor of any kind is well known, it may easily be imagined that
they looked rather blue upon finding such small measures allotted them;
but by dint of repeatedly filling during the course of the banquet, they
managed to get enough, although not one became intoxicated. When the
attendants imagined the sailors had deluged themselves sufficiently with
wine, they proceeded to remove the remnants of the sweets; seeing this,
the jolly tars, who imagined dinner was over, motioned them to leave the
dishes, which they entirely emptied of their contents. Upon this the
waiters cleared the tables by beat of gong. In a short time a file of
men entered, and placed all sorts of food before the astonished
foreigners; and as the provisions were supplied by fifty hotel-keepers
who were obliged, under threat of severe punishment, to furnish a
certain number of dishes, some of them were palatable, and others the
reverse; however, the men were all satisfied, and attacked the viands
with the full determination of trying everything which came within their
reach and would shout to a shipmate at another table, or pass favourite
dishes from one to another in a most amusing fashion.
"I say, number ten mess!--hi!--you at the other table come over here;
we've got some biled bore-constructor, and its stunning."
"Charley, how are you gettin' on?" observed a hardy-looking topman to a
marine who was seated opposite him.
"I'm all right. I've eat a whole roast duck, and am trying some fried
boot-heels, which ain't bad. Will ye have some?"
When the dishes were removed a procession of servants entered, bearing
four pigs, roasted whole; these were deposited upon the tables, and soon
nothing but the bones remained. When these had been disposed of, the
attendants placed bowls of thin soup before each sailor, after having
partaken of which many of them felt anything but well.
When the feast commenced, a heavy curtain was drawn across that portion
of the edifice where the officers sat. As the Taontai knew the sailors
would finish their dinners long before the officials, he directed the
attendants upon the men to let them eat their food, and then supply them
with unlimited warm wine and tobacco, with which they managed to pass
the time until eight o'clock, when the gong announced the Taontai and
his guests had completed their meal.
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