Letters and Journals of James, Eighth Earl of ElginElgin, James Bruce, Earl of
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Letters and Journals of James, Eighth Earl of Elgin
Elgin, James Bruce, Earl of
Great Britain -- Colonies -- Administration -- History -- 19th century
We did some commissariat business. We had with
us only Mexican dollars, and when we offered them at the first shop
the man said he did not like them as he did not know them. Lay said,
'Come to the ship and we will give you Sycee instead.' 'See how just
they are,' said a man in the crowd to his neighbour; 'they do not
force their coin upon him.' This kind of ready recognition of moral
worth is quite Chinese, and nothing will convince me that a people who
have this quality so marked are to be managed only by brutality and
violence.
[Sidenote: Difficult navigation.]
[Sidenote: Highland scenery.]
_December 1st.--1.30 P.M._--We have just anchored. About an hour ago,
we turned sharply to our left, and found on that hand a series of red
sand-bluffs leading to a range of considerable blue hills which faced
us in the distance; the river, as has been the case since we left the
Rebel country, was covered with small country junks, and here and
there a mandarin one, covered with flags, and with its highly-polished
brass gun in the prow. The scene had become more interesting, but the
navigation more difficult, for the gunboats began hoisting '3' and
'4,' and all manner of ominous numbers. So we had: 'Hands to the port
anchor,' 'slower,' and 'as slow as possible,' 'a turn astern,' and
after a variety of fluctuations, 'drop the anchor.' _Six P.M._--We had
to go a short way back, and to pass, moreover, a very shallow bit of
the river; that done we went on briskly, and bore down upon the
mountain range which we descried in the forenoon. At about four we
came up to it and turned to the right, with the mountains on our left
and the town of Wooseuh on our right, while the setting sun, glowing
as ever, was throwing his parting rays over one of the most beautiful
scenes I ever witnessed. The whole population crowded to the river
bank to see this wonderful apparition of the barbarian fire-ships. The
hills rising from the water had a kind of Loch Katrine look. We have
made some thirty-five miles to-day, but have still, I fear, about 100
to go.
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