Narrative of a Recent Imprisonment in China after the Wreck of the Kite — John Shaqi
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
Breakfast was brought in early, consisting of sweet cakes and tea. When
we had finished, two wooden cages were brought; the Chinese lifted one
of our men into each, and carried them outside the gate, to be looked
at by the common people; whilst the gentlemen, and better class, with
their families, were admitted about two dozen at a time, to look at us
who remained inside: sometimes we were visited by a party consisting
entirely of women; they were a remarkably plain set, their pretensions
to beauty, in their own eyes, appearing to lie in having the face
painted red and white, and the feet distorted into a hoof-like shape.
After keeping those in the cages, outside for about two hours, they
were brought in, and two fresh ones were taken out. Those who came in,
told us that the bodies of our two poor fellows, who had been killed
the day before, were lying outside on the grass, with the fetters still
on. Fortunately it soon began to rain heavily, when the other two were
brought in, and the crowd gradually dispersed.
About noon we had our dinner; one basin full of rice and vegetables,
and cakes and tea, as before; our jailers would never give us plain
water, but whenever we asked for anything to drink, brought us weak
tea. For supper we had cakes and tea again, and, after this last meal,
lay down on our straw for the night.
The next day was passed in a similar manner; towards evening there
was a great mustering of cages in the hall; little did I think for
what purpose they were intended. After the Chinese had ranged these
horrible things in the open space in the centre, they made us all get
into them, one into each. I forgot to say that before we were put
into our cages, our jailers gave us each a loose jacket and a pair
of trousers, besides as many cakes as we could carry. In these wooden
contrivances--which were not much unlike what I imagine Cardinal
Balue's machines to have been, only ours were wooden and portable--we
had neither room to stand, sit, nor lie, so that we were obliged to
place ourselves in a dreadfully cramped position. Some few of the cages
had a hole cut in the lid, large enough to allow the top of the head to
pass out: into one of these I was fortunate enough to get; but those
who were not so lucky, had the misery of sitting with their heads on
one side, to add to their other discomforts. Afterwards I was put into
one without a hole, and miserable was my position.
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