Part 7 (1/2)

I laughed, and thus I became a sailor. But how different was the introduction from that I had antic.i.p.ated! I was rigged out as a cabin-boy in the steamer, and carried away to the Far East, instead of being trained on the _Britannia_ and serving in a man-of-war. Many a night I lay half-crying in my bunk, thinking of the change in my prospects, but the days pa.s.sed quickly, letters came from home, and I had plenty of money afterwards, but the first step counted very much in my career, and I grew fast at sea. I said so once to the captain.

”Mind ye don't grow fast ash.o.r.e,” he said. ”Cut yer wisdom teeth first here.”

I could not get much ”change” out of the skipper.

But I am antic.i.p.ating. I was still a cabin lad, and under orders. I was taught many things, such as knots and splices, heaving the lead, the names of the ropes, and was sent aloft when I had become accustomed to the vessel. We didn't sail much, but at times we hoisted a topsail, jib, and spencer (or mainsail) when the wind was on the quarter, and time was pressing. We steamed through the Mediterranean, and had I time I could tell you my experiences and pleasure in seeing the places which as a lad I had read about.

What lad of fifteen would not have been delighted, as I was, by seeing Capes St. Vincent and Trafalgar? The steward, the captain's man, my chief, so to say, told me many anecdotes about them, and the battles, the prizes, Nelson, and other heroes. Gibraltar, Naples, Malta, the ca.n.a.l, where we saw mirages in the sand, Suez, the Red Sea, Colombo, and away to Hong Kong, whence we proceeded to Canton. All these experiences were delightful. I almost forgot home in the new and charming scenes of the East, though I found some drawbacks in the Chinese people and the climate.

We voyaged and traded between India and China for eighteen months, until I became, as the captain had declared, a mate under him, and though acting, I could act fairly well! I was then a grown lad, nearly seventeen, and full of energy.

We were at Hong Kong in the year 1894, a place I always liked, and the first visit to Victoria I never shall forget. It was in the end of the year after leaving home. Hong Kong in my mind had been always a.s.sociated with a song which we used to sing in the bedroom at my first school about a ”gay cavalier” who, having been disappointed by the lady he loved, declared, lyrically, that she ”might go to Hong Kong” for him! This fine and interesting ditty, as we then thought it, came into my head that day when the _Feng Shui_ steamed into the harbour.

What a beautiful scene! Perhaps you think that because I am young and (a little) verdant I exaggerate the beauties of the panorama. Well, ask your friends. Let them tell you of the blue sky and sea, with the numerous vessels sailing and at anchor, the men-of-war with flags and pennants of all nations, the sampans, the junks, the hundreds of strange rigs and faces (and languages as of Babel all around you) floating on the beautiful water, from behind which rises ”the Peak,”

the highest point of the mountain chain which dominates the town of Victoria, which is built along the slopes.

And, indeed, upon a steep slope it rests, in an apparently insecure basis, inasmuch as the houses appear to be tending to the sea, as if thrust by those behind; so that one almost expects, when one returns after an absence, to find a row missing, and the larger houses lower down on the hill. Above them are the woods or thickets of the mountains, and, at times, the low clouds upon the Peak. Opposite is China, bare and rugged.

When you land in Hong Kong--at least this was my youthful experience--you are inundated by coolies who will carry your baggage, for a few _cask_, upon a bamboo pole, resting upon the shoulders of two ”porters.” A single porter may be employed, but in this case your (light) load will be balanced by him at the end of the pole and sustained by a weight at the other, in the weighing-machine method.

These fellows trot up the hills with the burden which sways upon the pole, and though you may wonder why the man does not walk quietly, you will soon discover that the flexible bamboo is most easily borne at a jogtrot when laden, because it adapts itself to the pace, or the pace to it, as it swings. Try it, my young friends, and you will agree with me that a swinging trot is the easiest mode of progression under the circ.u.mstances.

”Cash” in Hong Kong, and in China generally, is of course in signification the same as in Europe, but in China it is specific, definite. The _cash_ is a bronze coin, in value about the tenth of a penny, with a square hole punched in it, so that the purse-bearer can string hundreds of them over his shoulder like a bandolier of cartridges. The _cash_ is usually slipped upon a cord, knotted in the centre, and the money pa.s.sed on over both ends. When a hundred _cash_ has been strung on each end a knot is tied, and two other hundreds are added as before, up to usually one thousand _cash_, which then represent a dollar. Three s.h.i.+llings and ninepence at most, if good money, but frequently it is mixed. In some ports eleven hundred _cash_ equal a dollar.[1]

[1] _Cash_ is very ancient, it dates to 2300 B.C. The ”sword cash” was in use about 221 B.C.; the circular, with square cut, is of David's time in Israel. Value, 1800 _cash_ = 1 oz. silver.

The dollar and cent are the money values in China,--copper _cash_ and paper notes. A five cent piece represents about twopence farthing.

Provided with _cash_, and even sometimes with a purse-bearer, one can ”shop” in China if you are careful to give about one-third of the value of the article demanded. Let me now resume my story in 1894.

”Jule,” said the skipper to me one day, ”take the belt and come with me. I want to make a few purchases and to do a little bit of business.

I think we shall make money.”

I accordingly procured sufficient _cash_, and we were pa.s.sing the club of Hong Kong, which, by the bye, contains a nice library, when a gentleman accosted the captain. The stranger looked like a j.a.panese.

He was short, intelligent, quiet, but decided in his manner, and spoke English fairly well.

”Captain Goldheugh, I believe?” he said, raising his hat in salute. It was not the salute of an inferior, though; there was no servility in the man's manner.

”Yes, sir,” replied the captain, responding in kind.

”Can you favour me with five minutes conversation?” asked the young man. ”Perfectly private matter.”

”Certainly,” was the reply; ”shall I accompany you? We may talk here.”

They drew aside within the shelter of the house, and appeared to be in earnest conversation, which continued for some minutes. Meantime I strolled back and forwards watching the mixed a.s.sortment of people, of whom there are specimens from India and Arabia and other lands in abundance--negroes, Europeans, Pa.r.s.ees, Chinese, British, Portuguese, and French, coolies, and some--very few--j.a.panese; so the gentleman who had accosted my skipper was rather remarkable, perhaps.

When the pair had finished their chat, the skipper came back to me, and said--