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
One evening, about the latter end of November, we were surprised by the
appearance of the moving board, and expected that we were to be taken
away again, when, to our great amazement, one of the marines that we
had left in the prison walked in, looking stout and well; but after
him came, or rather was carried, the other, a most horrid spectacle, a
moving skeleton, with the skin stretched tightly over his bones; his
eyes were sunk deep in his head, and his voice was awfully hollow; he
was the most melancholy sight I ever saw. When on board the ship he
was a stout, well-made man, and now how dreadfully changed! he had
come up merely to die with his old companions. The other had been very
ill indeed, but (owing to a good constitution, and the kindness and
attentions of Mrs. Noble, who did all that possibly lay in her power to
alleviate their sufferings) he had got over his sickness, and was now
in a fair way for recovery.[12] They brought notes from Lieut. Douglas
and Mrs. Noble, promising us some money. The marines had received their
pice, and ours were to come the next day, which they accordingly did;
four hundred pice for each of the white men, and three hundred for each
of the Lascars.
I now began to learn a little of the language, and found out the name
of several things in the eating way; such as pork, beef, and all sorts
of cakes, and the celebrated bird's-nest soup, which, by-the-bye, was
uncommonly good; these things we were enabled to buy with the money we
had received.
This evening the doctor came and looked at the sick man, and shortly
after his visit, one of the servants brought him a dose, which he
took. That night this old servant was constantly at our window, with a
lantern, to look at the sick person. Towards morning the marine became
much worse, and lost his senses, and soon after he died. He was no
sooner dead than the servant, who had been watching very narrowly at
the window, came in, and rolling the body up in a long coat, and taking
it by the arms, threw it on his back, and making signs for one of the
Melville's boys to keep the legs off the ground, they walked off with
him through the gate, and some way into the town, till they came to an
open space, where there was a shed with some straw in it. Here he laid
the body down, and covering it decently with the coat, made the boy
understand that it would be buried that night.
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