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
I did not remain long in this place, for I was soon walked out into the
open space before the prison, where I found some sedans, into one of
which I stepped. They were open in front, and the ends of the bamboos
were fastened together by a crosspiece of the same material, which the
bearers, by stopping, placed on their shoulders, and raising the sedan
from the ground, trotted off with us at a great rate; several soldiers
going before to clear the way.
Some of the streets through which I passed were rather broad, and all
were paved with loose flags, not cemented together. The different
trades appeared to have their particular streets; the dyers were in
one part of the town, the braziers in another, and so on: some of the
shops were very well set off, and all quite open to the street. The
houses were mostly built of wood, and the names and occupations of the
owners were painted up and down the door-posts, in yellow and other
bright colours, some being gilded, giving the streets a gay appearance.
Here and there was an opening where a joshouse stood; the pillars and
other parts of the front gaudily painted and ornamented; and on the
roof were placed several images. I passed several open doors, which led
into courtyards belonging to apparently large houses; the courts were
thronged with women and children, who all crowded to the entrance as I
passed. Neither in this, nor in any other instance did they appear to
be deprived of liberty, or to live secluded. The streets had generally
a door at each end, in an archway; and this being shut at night,
relieves the shopkeepers from the fear of thieves, to whom their open
houses would otherwise be very easy of access. The butchers' shops
were well fitted up with huge wooden slabs and blocks, and quarters
of immensely fat pork hung up for sale; geese, ducks, vegetables, and
fish, were all exposed in the broad open streets, as if in a market. I
was carried across several bridges, which were built over black, slimy,
sewer-looking places, from which, and from the streets themselves,
arose even more than the two and seventy several stenches of Cologne.
[Illustration: _Drawn by C. H. Greenhill_ _Engraved by W. Lee._]
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