This was how I reasoned with myself when I was a mere lad eagerly
devouring the accounts of the work of the great early explorers, Marco
Polo, the Dupleix, La Pérouse, Bougainville, Dumont D'Urville, Christopher
Columbus, Mungo Park, the Landers, etc., not to speak of Swift's
fascinating romance _Gulliver's Travels_, and the yet more thrilling
_Robinson Crusoe_ of Defoe. Like all boys with vivid imaginations, I was
fired with a longing to emulate all these heroes, and said to my mother:
"I have made up my mind to be a sailor!"
[Sidenote: HONG-KONG]
[Illustration: FIG. 1.--VIEW OF HONG-KONG TAKEN FROM ABOVE THE TOWN.]
My ardour was, however, quickly quenched when I saw my mother's beautiful
eyes fill with tears at the thought of parting from me. This did not
prevent me from leaving France a few years later, for I found myself
whilst still quite a young man free to go whither I would, and I made
up my mind to make many a long and interesting journey. Of course I
expected to meet with dangers and misfortunes, but I felt sure that any
such drawbacks would be more than counterbalanced by the grand sights it
would be my privilege to witness. My anticipations were in every way fully
realized, and if after wandering all over the world I refrain from saying
with Terence: "I am a man, and nothing in the nature of man is strange to
me;" it is merely because poets alone are privileged to speak with such
egotistical assurance.
I had already spent a considerable time in Oceania and a few months in
Egypt, when I landed at Hong-Kong on the very threshold of the ancient
Chinese Empire, which, according to well-authenticated annals, is older
even than the mighty and venerable Egypt of the Pharaohs. I went to China
as much to study her past on the spot as to be one of the first to hail
that transformation which, when I arrived, was already on the eve of its
inauguration, and is now rapidly becoming an accomplished fact. There was,
indeed, urgent need for haste if I wished to study that moribund China
so long closed to Europeans before the great change came, and cared to
gaze upon her far-stretching table-lands girt about by heights crowned
with never-melting snow, ere their solitudes were broken in upon by the
desecrating steam-engine, in districts whence in mediæval times great
hordes of yellow-skinned, fierce-eyed barbarians, their long black hair
floating on their shoulders, swept westward to devastate Europe.
[Illustration: FIG. 2.--CHINESE SOLDIERS.]
[Sidenote: SAINT LOUIS OF FRANCE]
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