NORTH latitude 23.5, longitude east 113; the time March of this same
year; the wind southerly; the port Whampoa, in the Canton river. Ships
at anchor reared their tall masts here and there, and the broad stream
was enlivened and coloured by junks and boats of all sizes and vivid
hues, propelled on the screw principle by a great scull at the stern,
with projecting handles, for the crew to work; and at times a gorgeous
mandarin boat, with two great glaring eyes set in the bows, came flying,
rowed with forty paddles by an armed crew, whose shields hung on the
gunwale and flashed fire in the sunbeams: the mandarin, in conical and
buttoned hat, sitting on the top of his cabin calmly smoking Paradise,
_alias_ opium, while his gong boomed and his boat flew fourteen miles
an hour, and all things scuttled out of his celestial way. And there,
looking majestically down on all these water-ants, the huge _Agra,_
cynosure of so many loving eyes and loving hearts in England, lay at her
moorings; homeward bound.
Her tea not being yet on board, the ship's hull floated high as a
castle, and to the subtle, intellectual, doll-faced, bolus-eyed people
that sculled to and fro busy as bees, though looking forked mushrooms,
she sounded like a vast musical shell: for a lusty harmony of many
mellow voices vibrated in her great cavities, and made the air ring
cheerily around her. The vocalists were the Cyclops, to judge by the
tremendous thumps that kept clean time to their sturdy tune. Yet it was
but human labour, so heavy and so knowing, that it had called in music
to help. It was the third mate and his gang completing his floor to
receive the coming tea-chests. Yesterday he had stowed his dunnage, many
hundred bundles of light flexible canes from Sumatra and Malacca; on
these he had laid tons of rough saltpetre, in 200 lb. gunny-bags: and
was now mashing it to music, bags and all. His gang of fifteen, naked
to the waist, stood in line, with huge wooden beetles called commanders,
and lifted them high and brought them down on the nitre in cadence with
true nautical power and unison, singing as follows, with a ponderous
bump on the first note in each bar.
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