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 morning very early, before we had risen, a little boy, one of
our attendants, came to the window, and shoving back the shutters,
desired us to get up, for we were all going away; but as we did not
believe him, the only answer he received was a volley of shoes from
all parts of the room, which quickly drove him away; but soon after
our old jailer came, and made signs to the same effect, and that our
rice was coming in directly; we therefore arose, still hardly daring
to believe him. When breakfast was finished, the old man came in and
told us to pack up our rugs; that we were going away, and were to take
them with us. We then imagined Lieut. Douglas's remonstrances had had
some effect, and that, instead of being released, we were only going
to a more commodious prison; however, even this was good news, and we
proceeded very joyfully to pack up our little all. Outside, the place
was all in confusion; a number of fresh soldiers made their appearance,
whilst our own guards were taking their departure, with their beds
and other traps. The jailer was distributing his goods amongst the
servants, giving a pipe to one, a gown to another, and so on. A number
of coolies now came in, and carried away our rugs. Our New Testament we
gave to the old jailer, who, though cross at times, had on the whole
treated us very kindly, and with great consideration. Flavel we gave to
an officer who had often done us various good offices.
In a short time we ourselves walked out, and found in the passage a
number of sedans, in which we took our seats, one in each, and they
started with us. Thus, on the 21st of February, 1841, we left the place
where we had been confined about five months.
CHAPTER VIII.
Sampan--Description of junk--Preserved eggs--Reception from
the English--H. M. S. Blonde--Mrs. Noble--Leave Chusan--Narrow
escape--H. M. S. Samarang--Leave Macao--Arrive at Spithead.
On getting outside the gate, we found an immense crowd assembled; they
did not molest us in the least, but we passed on very quietly. We were
taken through a different quarter of the town to any I had been in
before, but the streets were built and ornamented in the same manner;
they were lined, on both sides, with such a number of people, that
where they could all have come from I could not imagine. We went on
thus till we came to the gates of the city, where the mandarins were
assembled to see us pass out. The walls were about eighteen feet thick,
and twenty-five feet high; but the materials (stones and bricks) seemed
so loosely put together, that a swivel might very soon have made a
breach in them.
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