The International Monthly, Volume 4, No. 1, August, 1851Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 4, No. 1, August, 1851
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
Still sailing among islands, mountainous and barren, we soon reach the
Bocca Tigris, or mouth of the Canton river, guarded now with very
formidable forts. The Chinese, since their war with England, have been
profiting by sore experience. If their gunnery be as completely mended
as their fortifications, another war with them would not be quite so
much like an attack of grown men upon children. The poor Chinese, in
that war, were indefatigable in the endeavor to keep up appearances.
Steam ships were scarcely worth attention--they had "plenty all the
same inside:" and when the first encounter, near the spot on which we
are now sailing, between junks and men-of-war, had exhibited the
tragedy, in flesh and bone, of John Bull in a China-shop, the Chinese
Symonds, at Ningpo, was ordered to build ships exactly like the
British. He could not execute the order, and played, therefore,
executioner upon himself. Cannon were next ordered, that should be
large enough to destroy a ship at one burst. They were made, and the
first monster tried, immediately burst and killed its three
attendants; nobody could be induced to fire the others. One morning, a
British fleet was very much surprised to see the shore look formidable
with a line of cannon mouths. The telescope, which had formed no part
of the Chinese calculations, discovered them to be a row of earthern
pots. Forts, in the same way, often turned out to be dummies made of
matting, with the portholes painted; and sometimes real cannon, mere
three pounders, had their fronts turned to the sea, plugged with
blocks of wood, cut and so painted as to resemble the mouths of
thirty-two pounders shotted. However, we have passed real strong forts
and veritable heavy cannon, to get through the Bocca Tigris. Nothing
is barren now; the river widens, and looks like an inland sea; the
flat land near the shores is richly cultivated; rice is there and upon
the islands, all protected with embankments to admit or exclude the
flood in its due season, or provided with wheels for raising water
where the land is too high to be flooded in a simpler manner. The
embankments, too, yield plantain crops. The water on each side is gay
with water lilies, which are cultivated for their roots. Banyan and
fig-trees, cypress, orange, water-pines, and weeping willows, grow
beside the stream, with other trees; but China is not to be called a
richly timbered country; most of its districts are deficient in large
trees. There is the Whampoa Pagoda; there are more pagodas, towers,
joss-houses; here are the European factories, and here are boats,
boats, boats, literally, hundreds of thousands of boats--the sea-going
junk, gorgeous with griffins, and with proverbs, and with painted
eyes; the flower boat; boats of all shapes, and sizes, down to the
barber's boat, which barely holds the barber and his razor. There is a
city on the water, and the dwellers in these boats, who whether men or
women, dive and swim so naturally that they may all be fishes,
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