The Cornhill Magazine (Vol. I, No. 5, May 1860)Various
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The Cornhill Magazine (Vol. I, No. 5, May 1860)
Various
England -- Periodicals; English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
On the following day we reached Fayune. Our first view of the town,
from the summit of a hill, to which we clambered for the purpose of a
general survey, was charming. Nestling snugly at the base of a range
of hills from 1,500 feet to 2,000 feet in height, the little walled
village looked like the stronghold of some mountain robber who had
established himself on the edge of the rich country stretching away to
the south. Groves of magnificent trees dotted the landscape, and seemed
to bestow their especial patronage upon the town itself, a part of which
was buried in rich foliage. To its left was a remarkable conical hill,
surmounted by a pagoda. After feasting our eyes upon the scene at our
feet, we descended into the valley, and forming in more regular order,
filed between the rows of people who had come out to meet us, and passed
through the massive gateway into the town, the band leading the way, and
the Chinese guard turning out to salute us. So, then, we found ourselves
in the lions’ den without having encountered the slightest opposition,
or, apparently, excited any alarm. Although but a few weeks had elapsed
since the most violent manifestoes had been issued against us from
this very spot, and it had been for months the focus from whence had
radiated the hostility of both the Imperial authorities and gentry, yet
we found ourselves the objects of universal attention and civility, and
explored at pleasure the town and neighbourhood, alone and unarmed. The
town itself was mean and insignificant, but was surrounded by a wall in
perfect order; the embrasures, however, had been denuded of their guns
prior to our arrival. The wall was not above a mile in circumference,
so that the place presented almost the appearance of a fort. It had a
wild, cut-throat look—as different from an ordinary Chinese town as a
pirate schooner from an old East Indiaman. We appropriated the yamun,
which had been for some months past occupied by the Commissioners, who
had considerately evacuated the premises in our favour. The most profound
ignorance was assumed as to the present hiding-place of these gentry,
so we were obliged to content ourselves with using their bedrooms and
exploring their establishment. Most of the troops were comfortably lodged
in the temples and public buildings of the town, others were camped on a
hill in rear.
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