Narrative of a Recent Imprisonment in China after the Wreck of the KiteScott, John Lee
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Narrative of a Recent Imprisonment in China after the Wreck of the Kite
Scott, John Lee
China -- Description and travel; China -- Social life and customs -- 1644-1912; Prisoners of war -- China -- 19th century
small room by the side of the gate, where we again had some rice.
Here I saw a Chinaman prisoner, ironed in exactly the same way as we
were.
When we had finished our rice, we were led through the town, down to
the side of a canal, where boats were waiting for us. Into one of these
they put me and a Lascar, the other two prisoners in another boat, each
boat having a guard of several soldiers. We were towed, by one man, so
quickly down the canal, that I had little time to notice the country,
even had I been in a state of mind to pay much attention. I could see,
however, that other canals branched from ours in every direction, and
on the banks were an immense number of wheels and machines of various
descriptions, for raising the water from the canals, and irrigating
the rice-fields; some worked by men as at a tread-mill, and others by
buffaloes, which walked round and round in a circle, as we occasionally
see horses in our mills. By dusk, we arrived at a large town, where
we had to change our boat; rather an awkward piece of business, as the
guard would render us but little assistance, and, fettered as I was, I
found it very difficult to crawl from one boat to the other. At last I
managed it, and then lay down in the bottom of my new conveyance, the
soldier taking the precaution of making my neck-rope fast, so that I
could not escape.
About ten in the evening we arrived at another town, but, being late,
everything here was perfectly quiet. I was now landed, and led through
the town to the mandarin's house; on the way there, I tripped and fell,
breaking the rivet of my fetters, and cutting my knee at the same time.
The soldier who was leading me by the rope round my neck, said nothing,
but waited very quietly till I had picked myself up again, and we
proceeded on, till we came to the head mandarin's house.
Here, to my great joy, I found the greater part of those who had come
ashore in the junk with me; but still those who had got into the other
boat, on leaving the wreck, and those who had run away, were missing;
and we could hardly hope ever to see them again. I sat down on one of
the steps, an officer brought me some cakes, and on seeing my knee,
which had rather a deep cut, brought a small bottle, from which he
sprinkled some kind of powder on the wound: this immediately stopped
the bleeding, and in a day or two the part was healed.
I sat here a short time, without being allowed to speak to the others;
till suddenly we were made to stand up and place ourselves in two rows,
and the mandarin and two of his officers made their appearance. They
walked down the rows, stopping at each person, and by signs asked if we
had had guns or opium on board our vessel. We only shook our heads in
answer to their questions, and as we were not able to understand the
other signs, they very soon retired.
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