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WONDERFUL
ADVENTURES OF MRS. SEACOLE
IN MANY LANDS
EDITED BY W. J. S.
WITH AN INTRODUCTORY PREFACE
BY
W. H. RUSSELL, ESQ.,
THE "TIMES" CORRESPONDENT IN THE CRIMEA.
LONDON:
JAMES BLACKWOOD, PATERNOSTER ROW.
1857.
[Illustration: MRS. SEACOLE'S HOTEL IN THE CRIMEA.]
LONDON:
THOMAS HARRILD, PRINTER, 11, SALISBURY SQUARE,
FLEET STREET.
DEDICATED, BY PERMISSION,
TO
MAJOR-GENERAL LORD ROKEBY, K.C.B.,
BY HIS LORDSHIP'S
HUMBLE AND MOST GRATEFUL SERVANT,
MARY SEACOLE.
TO THE READER.
I should have thought that no preface would have been required to
introduce Mrs. Seacole to the British public, or to recommend a book
which must, from the circumstances in which the subject of it was
placed, be unique in literature.
If singleness of heart, true charity, and Christian works; if trials
and sufferings, dangers and perils, encountered boldly by a helpless
woman on her errand of mercy in the camp and in the battle-field, can
excite sympathy or move curiosity, Mary Seacole will have many friends
and many readers.
She is no Anna Comnena, who presents us with a verbose history, but a
plain truth-speaking woman, who has lived an adventurous life amid
scenes which have never yet found a historian among the actors on the
stage where they passed.
I have witnessed her devotion and her courage; I have already borne
testimony to her services to all who needed them. She is the first who
has redeemed the name of "sutler" from the suspicion of worthlessness,
mercenary baseness, and plunder; and I trust that England will not
forget one who nursed her sick, who sought out her wounded to aid and
succour them, and who performed the last offices for some of her
illustrious dead.
W. H. RUSSELL.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
My Birth and Parentage--Early Tastes and Travels--Marriage,
and Widowhood 1
CHAPTER II.
Struggles for Life--The Cholera in Jamaica--I leave Kingston
for the Isthmus of Panama--Chagres, Navy Bay, and Gatun--Life
in Panama--Up the River Chagres to Gorgona and Cruces 6
CHAPTER III.
My Reception at the Independent Hotel--A Cruces Table
d'Hote--Life in Cruces--Amusements of the Crowds--A Novel
Four-post Bed 17
CHAPTER IV.
An Unwelcome Visitor in Cruces--The Cholera--Success of the
Yellow Doctress--Fearful Scene at the Mule-owner's--The
Burying Parties--The Cholera attacks me 23
CHAPTER V.
American Sympathy--I take an Hotel in Cruces--My
Customers--Lola Montes--Miss Hayes and the Bishop--Gambling
in Cruces--Quarrels amongst the Travellers--New Granadan
Military--The Thieves of Cruces--A Narrow Escape 34
CHAPTER VI.
Migration to Gorgona--Farewell Dinners and Speeches--A
Building Speculation--Life in Gorgona--Sympathy with
American Slaves--Dr. Casey in Trouble--Floods and
Fires--Yankee Independence and Freedom 46
CHAPTER VII.
The Yellow Fever in Jamaica--My Experience of Death-bed
Scenes--I leave again for Navy Bay, and open a Store
there--I am attacked with the Gold Fever, and start for
Escribanos--Life in the Interior of the Republic of New
Granada--A Revolutionary Conspiracy on a small scale--The
Dinner Delicacies of Escribanos--Journey up the Palmilla
River--A Few Words on the Present Aspect of Affairs on the
Isthmus of Panama 59
CHAPTER VIII.
I long to join the British Army before Sebastopol--My
Wanderings about London for that purpose--How I
failed--Establishment of the Firm of "Day and Martin"--I
Embark for Turkey 73
CHAPTER IX.
Voyage to Constantinople--Malta--Gibraltar--Constantinople,
and what I thought of it--Visit to Scutari Hospital--Miss
Nightingale 82
CHAPTER X.
"Jew Johnny"--I Start for Balaclava--Kindness of my old
Friends--On Board the "Medora"--My Life on Shore--The
Sick Wharf 92
CHAPTER XI.
Alarms in the Harbour--Getting the Stores on Shore--Robbery
by Night and Day--The Predatory Tribes of Balaclava--Activity
of the Authorities--We obtain leave to erect our
Store, and fix upon Spring Hill as its Site--The Turkish
Pacha--The Flood--Our Carpenters--I become an English
Schoolmistress Abroad 102
CHAPTER XII.
The British Hotel--Domestic Difficulties--Our Enemies--The
Russian Rats--Adventures in Search of a Cat--Light-fingered
Zouaves--Crimean Thieves--Powdering a Horse 113
CHAPTER XIII.
My Work in the Crimea 124
CHAPTER XIV.
My Customers at the British Hotel 135
CHAPTER XV.
My First Glimpse of War--Advance of my Turkish Friends on
Kamara--Visitors to the Camp--Miss Nightingale--Mons.
Soyer and the Cholera--Summer in the Crimea--"Thirsty
Souls"--Death busy in the Trenches 146
CHAPTER XVI.
Under Fire on the fatal 18th of June--Before the
Redan--At the Cemetery--The Armistice--Deaths at
Head-quarters--Depression in the Camp--Plenty in the
Crimea--The Plague of Flies--Under Fire at the Battle
of the Tchernaya--Work on the Field--My Patients 154
CHAPTER XVII.
Inside Sebastopol--The Last Bombardment of Sebastopol--On
Cathcart's Hill--Rumours in the Camp--The Attack on the
Malakhoff--The Old Work again--A Sunday Excursion--Inside
"Our" City--I am taken for a Spy, and thereat lose my
Temper--I Visit the Redan, etc.--My Share of the Plunder 167
CHAPTER XVIII.
Holiday in the Camp--A New Enemy, Time--Amusements in
the Crimea--My share in them--Dinner at Spring Hill--At
the Races--Christmas Day in the British Hotel--New
Year's Day in the Hospital 177
CHAPTER XIX.
New Year in the Crimea--Good News--The Armistice--Barter
with the Russians--War and Peace--Tidings of Peace--Excursions
into the Interior of the Crimea--To Simpheropol,
Baktchiserai, etc.--The Troops begin to leave the
Crimea--Friends' Farewells--The Cemeteries--We remove
from Spring Hill to Balaclava--Alarming Sacrifice of our
Stock--A last Glimpse of Sebastopol--Home! 188
Conclusion 197
ADVENTURES OF MRS. SEACOLE
IN MANY LANDS.
CHAPTER I.
MY BIRTH AND PARENTAGE--EARLY TASTES AND
TRAVELS--MARRIAGE, AND WIDOWHOOD.
I was born in the town of Kingston, in the island of Jamaica, some
time in the present century. As a female, and a widow, I may be well
excused giving the precise date of this important event. But I do not
mind confessing that the century and myself were both young together,
and that we have grown side by side into age and consequence. I am a
Creole, and have good Scotch blood coursing in my veins. My father was
a soldier, of an old Scotch family; and to him I often trace my
affection for a camp-life, and my sympathy with what I have heard my
friends call "the pomp, pride, and circumstance of glorious war." Many
people have also traced to my Scotch blood that energy and activity
which are not always found in the Creole race, and which have carried
me to so many varied scenes: and perhaps they are right. I have often
heard the term "lazy Creole" applied to my country people; but I am
sure I do not know what it is to be indolent. All my life long I have
followed the impulse which led me to be up and doing; and so far from
resting idle anywhere, I have never wanted inclination to rove, nor
will powerful enough to find a way to carry out my wishes. That these
qualities have led me into many countries, and brought me into some
strange and amusing adventures, the reader, if he or she has the
patience to get through this book, will see. Some people, indeed, have
called me quite a female Ulysses. I believe that they intended it as a
compliment; but from my experience of the Greeks, I do not consider it
a very flattering one.
It is not my intention to dwell at any length upon the recollections
of my childhood. My mother kept a boarding-house in Kingston, and was,
like very many of the Creole women, an admirable doctress; in high
repute with the officers of both services, and their wives, who were
from time to time stationed at Kingston. It was very natural that I
should inherit her tastes; and so I had from early youth a yearning
for medical knowledge and practice which has never deserted me. When I
was a very young child I was taken by an old lady, who brought me up
in her household among her own grandchildren, and who could scarcely
have shown me more kindness had I been one of them; indeed, I was so
spoiled by my kind patroness that, but for being frequently with my
mother, I might very likely have grown up idle and useless. But I saw
so much of her, and of her patients, that the ambition to become a
doctress early took firm root in my mind; and I was very young when I
began to make use of the little knowledge I had acquired from watching
my mother, upon a great sufferer--my doll. I have noticed always what
actors children are. If you leave one alone in a room, how soon it
clears a little stage; and, making an audience out of a few chairs and
stools, proceeds to act its childish griefs and blandishments upon its
doll. So I also made good use of my dumb companion and confidante; and
whatever disease was most prevalent in Kingston, be sure my poor doll
soon contracted it. I have had many medical triumphs in later days,
and saved some valuable lives; but I really think that few have given
me more real gratification than the rewarding glow of health which my
fancy used to picture stealing over my patient's waxen face after long
and precarious illness.
Before long it was very natural that I should seek to extend my
practice; and so I found other patients in the dogs and cats around
me. Many luckless brutes were made to simulate diseases which were
raging among their owners, and had forced down their reluctant throats
the remedies which I deemed most likely to suit their supposed
complaints. And after a time I rose still higher in my ambition; and
despairing of finding another human patient, I proceeded to try my
simples and essences upon--myself.
When I was about twelve years old I was more frequently at my mother's
house, and used to assist her in her duties; very often sharing with
her the task of attending upon invalid officers or their wives, who
came to her house from the adjacent camp at Up-Park, or the military
station at Newcastle.
As I grew into womanhood, I began to indulge that longing to travel
which will never leave me while I have health and vigour. I was never
weary of tracing upon an old map the route to England; and never
followed with my gaze the stately ships homeward bound without longing
to be in them, and see the blue hills of Jamaica fade into the
distance. At that time it seemed most improbable that these girlish
wishes should be gratified; but circumstances, which I need not
explain, enabled me to accompany some relatives to England while I was
yet a very young woman.
I shall never forget my first impressions of London. Of course, I am
not going to bore the reader with them; but they are as vivid now as
though the year 18-- (I had very nearly let my age slip then) had not
been long ago numbered with the past. Strangely enough, some of the
most vivid of my recollections are the efforts of the London
street-boys to poke fun at my and my companion's complexion. I am only
a little brown--a few shades duskier than the brunettes whom you all
admire so much; but my companion was very dark, and a fair (if I can
apply the term to her) subject for their rude wit. She was
hot-tempered, poor thing! and as there were no policemen to awe the
boys and turn our servants' heads in those days, our progress through
the London streets was sometimes a rather chequered one.
I remained in England, upon the occasion of my first visit, about a
year; and then returned to Kingston. Before long I again started for
London, bringing with me this time a large stock of West Indian
preserves and pickles for sale. After remaining two years here, I
again started home; and on the way my life and adventures were very
nearly brought to a premature conclusion. Christmas-day had been kept
very merrily on board our ship the "Velusia;" and on the following day
a fire broke out in the hold. I dare say it would have resisted all
the crew's efforts to put it out, had not another ship appeared in
sight; upon which the fire quietly allowed itself to be extinguished.
Although considerably alarmed, I did not lose my senses; but during
the time when the contest between fire and water was doubtful, I
entered into an amicable arrangement with the ship's cook, whereby, in
consideration of two pounds--which I was not, however, to pay until
the crisis arrived--he agreed to lash me on to a large hen-coop.
Before I had been long in Jamaica I started upon other trips, many of
them undertaken with a view to gain. Thus I spent some time in New
Providence, bringing home with me a large collection of handsome
shells and rare shell-work, which created quite a sensation in
Kingston, and had a rapid sale; I visited also Hayti and Cuba. But I
hasten onward in my narrative.
Returned to Kingston, I nursed my old indulgent patroness in her last
long illness. After she died, in my arms, I went to my mother's house,
where I stayed, making myself useful in a variety of ways, and
learning a great deal of Creole medicinal art, until I couldn't find
courage to say "no" to a certain arrangement timidly proposed by Mr.
Seacole, but married him, and took him down to Black River, where we
established a store. Poor man! he was very delicate; and before I
undertook the charge of him, several doctors had expressed most
unfavourable opinions of his health. I kept him alive by kind nursing
and attention as long as I could; but at last he grew so ill that we
left Black River, and returned to my mother's house at Kingston.
Within a month of our arrival there he died. This was my first great
trouble, and I felt it bitterly. For days I never stirred--lost to all
that passed around me in a dull stupor of despair. If you had told me
that the time would soon come when I should remember this sorrow
calmly, I should not have believed it possible: and yet it was so. I
do not think that we hot-blooded Creoles sorrow less for showing it so
impetuously; but I do think that the sharp edge of our grief wears
down sooner than theirs who preserve an outward demeanour of calmness,
and nurse their woe secretly in their hearts.