Calvin Wilson Mateer, forty-five years a missionary in Shantung, China : $b a biographyFisher, D. W. (Daniel Webster)
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Calvin Wilson Mateer, forty-five years a missionary in Shantung, China : $b a biography
Fisher, D. W. (Daniel Webster)
Mateer, C. W. (Calvin Wilson), 1836-1908; Missionaries -- China -- Biography
I started back to see what had become of the ship, and to look
after our things. I found the vessel all sound and everything
safe. I succeeded in getting several trunks of mine and Mr.
Williamson’s landed on the beach, and got some of them started
up to the village, which was at least two miles from the
ship. Mr. Williamson then went down and succeeded in getting
a variety of other things brought off and carried up to the
village. It was a beautiful calm day, but we feared that a gale
might spring up, as gales were frequent in this region at that
time of year. In such a case the vessel must quickly be broken
in pieces, and everything destroyed.
We now began to look around for the night, and it was not a
very comfortable prospect. Some English people came from Yentai
(just across the bay from Chefoo) to survey the wreck of a
vessel that had been cast away some time before at the same
place, and they very kindly sent us some supper—their own, in
fact—and also brought us a supply of furs and blankets. We had
one large kang heated, and on this five stowed themselves,
covering themselves with the blankets, while I made a bed and
slept on the ground. The rest of the little room was filled
with trunks and Chinese rubbish of various kinds. We slept
very comfortably, however, and as we were very tired and had
not slept a wink the night before, our sleep was sweet and
refreshing to us. We had great cause to be thankful for even
such accommodations in the circumstances.
We made our breakfast on two dozen boiled eggs and some bread
which the Englishmen had left us. I started immediately to the
ship, intending, as the day was fine, to try and get as much
as possible of the goods belonging to us off the ship, and
to store them there until they could be taken to Yentai. As
I came over the top of the hill and looked out on the sea, I
saw a steamer coming which I knew was the English gunboat from
Chefoo. My heart bounded with joy at the sight. At last we were
to get help, and to reach Yentai without going overland. All
our goods also would no doubt be saved.
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