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 scavengers found they were in the presence of the great man who
had sent so many thousands to their last account they fell upon their
knees, upon which he roared at them to stand up, saying, "I am only the
governor's aide-de-camp," but the full face and cunning eye were too
familiar, and all of them knew that they were before the dreaded
Yeh-ming-chin himself. The governor was in a terrible passion; and when
the keeper of the treasures made his appearance he rushed towards him,
and in the usual Celestial fashion slapped his face.
"Take that, you thieving dog. You dare attempt to pass off such rubbish
upon me."
"My Lord Yeh, it is a mistake."
But Yeh would not hear a word of explanation, so the victim rubbed his
face, and looked round at the scavengers, who gaped at him with stolid
faces, expressive of neither pity nor amusement, being fully aware of
the danger of manifesting either. As the governor darted about he
sometimes thrust the scavengers to the wall; and so near did he go to
Thompson on one occasion, that the latter contrived to slip his
remaining proclamation into an open tobacco pouch which was swinging
from the great man's girdle, shortly after which feat he and the rabble
who were not wanted received orders to clear off.
Having picked out his buckets, and received a red paper, granting him
exemption from all enforced labour for the next twenty-four hours, he
bent his steps towards the gate, taking care to obtain a load of rubbish
on his way. But what a contrast to the night on which he entered the
city! then the place was comparatively deserted, save by brother
scavengers who would go limping by towards one of the gates softly
crying, "Ah-ho! Ah-ho!" but upon this night, where formerly sat the
solitary vendor of boiled rice, from whom he purchased his supply of
paste, the ground was covered with refreshment-stands, and thousands of
Cantonese were pouring out of the city in consequence of having read the
notices he had so liberally posted. Jerry heard on all sides how
thankful the people were to the foreign devils.
"They don't fight US, these western barbarians, they only seek to punish
Yeh!"
"Bah! They have nothing to do with it. This proclamation is the work of
the Tai-ping-che-houi (Peace society). Those western devils never do any
good. They are accursed of the genii, and only live to commit evil
acts."
"How like a fool you talk! Why, I worked for those same Fanquis, and
they paid me like men. Imagine me getting twelve hundred cash a day from
them for carpenter's work. Indeed, they are an honourable people."
"You ought to be reported to the inspector of crimes for such a speech.
You side with the enemies of your country."
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