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
When we were all stowed in our separate cages, we were carried down to
the side of the canal, and placed in boats, two cages in each boat,
attended by a mandarin officer and several soldiers. My companion was
a marine, one who had come ashore in the junk with Webb and Wombwell,
and was still suffering from the effects of his beating, besides being
almost dead with dysentery. We lay alongside the quay till nearly
midnight, the soldiers and other people constantly running backwards
and forwards on shore, with torches and gongs, shouting and making a
great noise. About midnight we shoved off, and started down the canal;
but as the junk was covered over, and it was very dark, I could see
nothing of the country.
We soon appeared to be in a wider stream, as they made sail on the
boat, and we went along at a rapid rate. In the morning I found that we
had got out of the canal, and were in a river, going down with wind and
tide. At any other time I should have enjoyed myself very much, but at
present my future prospects were too far from agreeable, to allow of
anything approaching to enjoyment.
The banks of the river appeared to be well cultivated; here and there
some military stations might be seen, distinguished from the other
houses by their flag-staffs. Many junks were moored alongside the
bank, some very large, one in particular, whose long streamers flew
gaily out in the breeze.
We stopped at a town on the left bank, where the soldiers got some
firewood, and immediately set to work to prepare breakfast; rice,
and some compounds of I know not what, for themselves, and sweet
cakes and tea for me and my companion; but he was too ill to eat,
and was constantly craving for water, which was never denied him. On
our arrival at this town, the people crowded into our boat, nearly
capsizing her; and to my surprise our guards made no attempt to keep
them out, but on the contrary rather encouraged them. They had not long
to satisfy their curiosity, for as soon as the soldiers had procured
all they wanted, the boat was shoved off, and they hoisted the sail
again. We continued our way down the stream till we arrived at another
large town on the left bank. Here we stopped again, and I could soon
see we were to be disembarked. The people crowded to see us as usual,
but one of the soldiers, throwing part of the sail over the tops of our
cages, kept watch over us, and would allow no one to molest us.
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