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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!"
"She's steaming at a fine rate, sir. Looks as if she was in a hurry."
"Running away, bedad!" laughed the skipper, turning his gla.s.s upon the large s.h.i.+p. "Ah! a man-of-war and a Chinaman,--a trick, I believe."
"Really so?" exclaimed the mate. "If so, there's been a 't.i.t up'
yonder, and j.a.p has licked Johnny, but I heard no guns. Excuse me, sir, what's that yonder?--a schooner, I say."
I heard him, and got a gla.s.s from the signalman near whom I was standing. But the schooner was not the _Harada_, so far as I could see. She had no foretop-sail-yard. She was steering south-east, a long distance away, and looked an old style of vessel getting away.
By this time the news had spread through the steamer, and penetrated to the Chinese intelligence forward. The soldiers came up in numbers, and the officers, accompanied by the European pa.s.senger, began to chatter and make all kinds of inquiries and observations. The j.a.panese flag had evidently raised the "dander" of the Chinese. They understood that the man-of-war was a Chinaman, but could not understand the white feather of retreat or escape.
By degrees the excitement increased, and the crew of the steamer became very much interested. The native fireman even came up to look around, and though unable to see anything, descended again, much impressed with the result.
Notwithstanding our native English a.s.surance, one or two of us--I need not make invidious comparisons--began to suspect danger. The captain, mate, and the German military pa.s.senger were perfectly calm and unembarra.s.sed, and the _Kows.h.i.+ng_ proceeded at a good pace to her destination. The chief men were on the bridge. I was within hail, and at times stood upon the ladder to see better, and to hear better, what the prospects might be of seeing war.
We still kept our course, and had approached within a mile or so of the island from the north-west, when three men-of-war came out from the land in our direction.
"What do you make them?" asked the captain.
"j.a.ps," was the reply. "We are getting into a hornet's nest, I think."
"The British ensign will surely protect the steamer?" asked the foreign pa.s.senger. "There is no necessity to alter the course."
"Precious little use, anyhow," remarked the mate. "We must keep going, though I fancy the s.h.i.+ps will not appreciate the Chinese troops on board. We may be compelled to return."
When the Chinese commanders perceived the j.a.panese vessels approaching they became rather excited--the soldiers also crowded forward, and there was no appearance of fear amongst them. There was some anxiety, certainly, on board, and when the leading s.h.i.+p pa.s.sed on and fired two blank cartridges, there was a feeling of uneasiness evident.
"Stop her," came the order when the two guns and the signal had been interpreted. My heart beat loudly at the sound of the unshotted guns.
They meant heave to--anchor.
The steamer hove to and waited, tossing gently upon the sea.
"What are they up to?" was the question expressed or implied. "Tell them we understand, Julius." "Ting, ting" went the telegraph to the engine.
The man at the signal halyards and myself sent the bunting aloft. The flags said, "We have stopped"; and again we waited, lopping and rolling, as the anchor plashed away into the blue sea at eleven fathoms.
"I say, are we prisoners?" I asked the mate when he came back amids.h.i.+ps, having seen the anchor let go.
"Looks like it," he replied crossly. "Must wait the j.a.ps' convenience, I see."
The Chinese generals then began to plague the captain with demands which the German officer translated and repeated. There was great confusion.
"That s.h.i.+p's the _Naniwa_," I heard someone say.
"She's returning. All right, we may proceed, I presume."
"She is only going to confer with her mates," said the engineer, who had come up. "But the captain is asking something."