China's Revolution, 1911-1912: A Historical and Political Record of the Civil WarDingle, Edwin John
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China's Revolution, 1911-1912: A Historical and Political Record of the Civil War
Dingle, Edwin John
China -- History -- Revolution, 1911-1912
It was some days previous that my launchman had refused point blank
to convey me near the scene of action. Therefore was it that at dawn
I was astir by the riverside at Hankow hailing a sampan, the men who
were willing to go down-river demanding, in hoarse voices, exorbitant
charges to get me near the fight if there was to be one. Having
sufficiently argued the point and boarded a boat, however, we soon
came to the firing-line, to the Revolutionary base, having been
questioned by the sentries along the riverside as to who we were and
what our business was. We rowed down to the Government Paper Mill,
up a tributary to the main river, and landed. But no one was to be
seen as we walked haphazardly onwards for some minutes, our only
obstacle being a poor, one-eyed wretch trying to sell us some of the
Loyalist ammunition and empty shells, at ridiculous prices as curios
go.
Suddenly, however, there was an enormous explosion, which nearly
broke our eardrums, and we knew that operations were commencing.
Coming to an open space, we discovered small parties of infantry
under cover of undulations in the ground, and slightly to the north,
raised from the ground, were the field-guns. I was now between the
river and the railway, and, with the other men around me, who told me
to "duck," as they expected a rapid return of the enemy's shells,
waited for the Loyalists' return. Then, after some minutes, a little
dancing flame, a little column of blue smoke, a dull, heavy boom, and
a continued whistle in the air, told us that the enemy had started.
With my glasses I watched anxiously for the shells, which fell short.
With terrific force they dropped into swampy ground some five hundred
yards in front of us, sending {64} up the water most picturesquely.
There was a laugh from the Revolutionists around me as I reported the
news to them, and they lay still in their positions, waiting, they
hardly knew for what.
Going up to the field-guns, several of which had been brought down by
a train now unloading, I found that there were ten four-inchers, most
of which had the range beautifully. There were also Rexers, Maxims,
and smaller fry.
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