The Flying Boat: A Story of Adventure and MisadventureStrang, Herbert
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The Flying Boat: A Story of Adventure and Misadventure
Strang, Herbert
Adventure stories; Aeronautics -- Juvenile fiction; China -- Juvenile fiction
Burroughs mumbled something and went out with his servant. The chair
was awaiting him at the outer gate. Ordering two of the guards there to
accompany him for appearance’ sake, he had himself carried to the
captain’s quarters hard by. On the way he noticed, without any
appearance of concern, a large number of wild-looking warriors
assembling to form, as he guessed, a guard of honour for the chief on
his return. Many of the men scowled at him as he passed. They did not
distinguish one "foreign devil" from another. To many of the lower
orders of Chinamen, all foreigners are poison.
Chung Pi had evidently been indulging freely in the pleasures of the
table. He was breathing rather hard; melon seeds are very "filling";
and the number of thimblefuls of hot sam-shu, a fiery drink made of
millet, which he had consumed had reddened his face and put him on very
good terms with himself.
"Honourable stranger," he said, when Burroughs entered, "your honourable
face is like the sun at noon-day. You have fed well?"
"Excellently, noble captain."
"You cracked many melon seeds?"
"Not a great number."
"Then you will never be fat. Will you take a little sam-shu?"
"Thank you, not now. Better reserve that until your august chief
returns. There has been no further message from him?"
"No; but I have made preparations for greeting him. The bannermen and
gong-beaters will go down to the river in due time, and we shall issue
forth to greet the illustrious Su Fing with bands of music."
"Would it not be fitting, noble captain, a deed worthy of your high
renown, to meet your chief on the marvellous vessel of whose speed you
have already made trial? Su Fing returns victorious; he would feel
himself duly honoured if his trusty lieutenant met him while still a
great way from the town, offering for his acceptance this matchless gift
from a great nation."
"You speak well, illustrious stranger. The gift is indeed a noble one.
But I fear that I cannot dispense with my afternoon nap. Sleep after
meat is a gift of the gods."
"I would not deprive you of it for worlds. I must go down to the boat,
to see that all is in order for the journey we propose to make. I will
do that while you sleep."
"Not so. The boat pleases me, and drowsy though I am, I am disposed to
accompany you. Perhaps Su Fing may give the vessel into my charge; it
will be well, then, that I understand something of its qualities. I
shall thereby be superior to any other officer of my chief’s, and the
way of promotion will be open to me."
"By all means, noble captain."
"Yes. To be well fed is vain without true understanding. But tell me,
what of the Englishmen? It was told me that one of them was so daring
and wicked as to fire a shot at the other. The guards ought to have
searched him; I have given orders that when the rejoicings are over they
shall be soundly beaten with the leather."
"The man who attempted the crime is bound hand and foot. He can do no
more mischief."
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