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
Get ashore--Village--Appearance of country--Made
prisoners--Syrang--Bound--Chinese gentleman--Old women--Meet
some of the crew--Kindness of one Chinese--Put into
irons--Insults--Interrogated by mandarin--Death of marines.
We reached the shore about three in the morning, and the Chinese
made signs to us, that if we would follow them, they would give us
something to eat; we accordingly walked after them until we arrived at
a small village, which consisted of a few miserable mud huts, with but
one respectable brick house; but from these few huts a swarm of men,
women, and children poured out on our approach. We were taken into
an outhouse, one half of which was occupied by an immense buffalo,
and in the other half was a cane bed with musquito curtains; in one
corner was a ladder, leading to a loft containing another couch. They
now brought us some hot rice, and a kind of preserved vegetable; we
contented ourselves with the rice and a basin of tea, the preserve
being so exceedingly nasty we could none of us eat it. Whilst in this
place, a Chinese, who seemed the superior of the village, and doubtless
was the owner of the one brick house, brought a piece of paper written
upon in Chinese characters, and made signs for one of us to write upon
it; intimating at the same time, that he had written some account of
us on this paper, and that he wanted an account in our writing, which
I accordingly gave him, stating the time and cause of our shipwreck,
and also our present situation; hoping that he would take it to the
mandarin of the district, and that from him it might be forwarded to
the authorities at Chusan, who might thus learn where we were, and take
some steps for our return to the fleet.
When it was broad daylight we mentioned the name of Ningpo, and they
made signs that if we would go with them they would show us the way
there, so we started, as we imagined, for Ningpo.
Having no trousers, and my only clothing being a flannel shirt, and
a black silk handkerchief round my head, which Twizell had given me
when in the maintop, they gave me a piece of matting, but this proving
rather an encumbrance than of any service, I soon threw it off, and
walked on _sans culottes_.
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