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
My bearers trotted on through innumerable streets, the soldiers
clearing the way before them, not a difficult task, as the curiosity
of the inhabitants seemed satisfied, and there was little or no crowd,
the people merely coming to their doors and looking at me as I passed.
I arrived at length at the end of my journey, the sedan stopped, and I
walked out; then turned to my left up a narrow courtyard, and at the
end found several mandarins sitting with their officers. I ought to
have said before that we knew the mandarins by the balls or buttons
on the top of their caps, there being four kinds that I saw--red,
blue, white, and crystal; red, I believe, being the highest rank. The
officers were distinguished by gilded balls, having one or two tails
of fur appending to them, according to their rank. I made a bow on
passing, which they all returned; and I was led across a small yard,
where I observed large earthen pans for catching water. I walked into
a small square room, and again joined the Englishmen who had preceded
me. The floor was covered with mats, and the change from our cages was
most agreeable. In a short time some more of the prisoners arrived,
and the room was filled with eleven Europeans and four Lascars, making
fifteen in all, just as many as the room would hold; nine being on one
side, and six on the other, the rest of this side being occupied by a
water-bucket, and two small washing-tubs. It being now dark, we began
to think of sleep, so we lay down, which there was just room enough to
do, each man lying on his back, and the feet of both rows meeting in
the centre; so that we had little space to toss about in; however, this
was paradise to the cages, and thinking we should not remain here long,
we made ourselves as comfortable as circumstances would allow.
The next morning a servant brought us some water to wash ourselves,
(the first time we had been allowed this luxury,) fine white rice
boiled in water, and served up in small wooden tubs. We had as much
rice as we wished for, and a kind of stew, very much like old rags
boiled, in one dish, and salt-fish in another; the dishes were of
common earthenware, and shaped like a bowl. There being fifteen of us,
we divided ourselves into three messes, five in each, and to each mess
was brought a tub full of rice, one dish of stew, and one of very small
fish, salted, and served up raw; but I could not make out what they
were.
After this meal I began to look about me; the night previous having
been too dark for me to notice any of the surrounding objects.
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