Part 13 (1/2)

The steamer quitted Shanghai, and made her way into the Yellow Sea, which is beautifully blue, and derives its name from the Ho, or Yellow River. Near the land it is more muddy, but steaming at sea through the ocean depths the water is blue as an Italian sky. We made our way up to Taku, or Tien Tsin, the well-known port of Northern China. We pa.s.sed close by Yung Cheng, and rounded Wei-hai-Wei, pa.s.sed the islands, and steamed through the Gulf of Pechili to Taku at the mouth of the Pei-Ho.

I was very much interested in this place because a cousin of mine had been engaged in the expedition against the Taku forts in 1859, and I recollect my admiration when my cousin returned with some beautiful Chinese robes, and other articles, which he had purchased, or found, in Pekin after the capture of the capital. These spoils still exist in the possession of my cousin's family.

While embarking Chinese soldiers for Corea, we heard many reports of the Chinese fleet, the attack of j.a.panese in Seul, and such intelligence, which confirmed my captain in his impression that war had already virtually been declared, and that the struggle would be fought out by sea and land, between China and j.a.pan, in the Yellow Sea and in Corea. So he made haste to embark the soldiers,--some twelve hundred men with twelve guns,--and, when they were settled on board, the steamer followed the other transports, of which nine had already sailed. There were two other English steamers employed in the service, but we didn't think that any fuss would ensue, because we trusted to the ”red ensign.”

”Well, Julius,” said the mate to me, when we had crossed the bar at Taku, ”here we are on service.”

”Yes,” I replied; ”but it is only transport service. There will be no fighting. We can't fight, and no one will harm a British s.h.i.+p.”

”Let us wait till we reach Corea. When we reach Asan, and land the troops, we shall be able to sing 'Rule Britannia.'”

”What do you mean?” I asked, looking at the mate intently in the dim light. ”There is no danger, is there?”

”I suppose you know that the j.a.panese wars.h.i.+ps are out in this sea, and they expect to meet some Chinese vessels?”

”But we're not Chinese; we're English.”

”Just so,” said the mate. ”Hadn't you better look after the troops, and get them settled. If any storm gets up, or anything happens, they will be like children, and _we_ can't hold them.”

”Who's the major? He's not a Chinese, anyway!”

”No, he's a German, I believe--a Von something--a good fellow, I think.

You see the Herrs are getting the thin wedge in in China, quietly.

Look at their travellers already--commercial, I mean--they are turning _us_ out! This major is teaching the army to shoot. They are very young in the modern sense. Just see that the Johnnies are quiet.”

They were peaceful and resigned. So far as I could ascertain, none of them, except the generals, had any notion of what they were sent to do--except to fight _somebody_; but they were apparently quite pa.s.sive in the matter, and gave themselves no concern either way. They were machines then; but later they roused themselves unpleasantly.

It was early in the morning of the 25th July 1894; I had been on deck, but came up again about eight a.m. because I was informed that the islands were in sight off Corea. I knew the mate was on watch, and he might want me. So I came up to him.

”I say, Julius,” he said, ”just call the captain! There's an ironclad ahead, and I can't quite make her out. She carries the Rising Sun, but there is a white flag over the j.a.ps' colours. Look alive!”

Just glancing ahead I thought I could see the vessel referred to, but of course I called the captain at once.

”Where are we?” he asked, rising quickly.

”Oft Shopieul Island, I heard, sir; in the Corean Archipelago,” I added.

”Thanks,” he replied; but whether he was sarcastic I could not divine.

I at once hurried on deck again, and searched the sea.

The captain then came upon the bridge, and I heard him chatting with the mate.

”I suppose she's a j.a.p,” said the latter; ”but I can't grasp the white flag.”

”Dip the ensign, anyway; it's the proper thing. Hoist the red rag,” he said.

The signal-hand quickly bent the ensign of the merchant navy; it rose, fluttered out, dipped, and rose again to the peak, blowing out plainly.

”I say, he takes no notice,” cried the captain. ”She keeps her course to the north-east. Now what in thunder does _that_ mean? It's an insult, bedad!”