Takezawa was the head of a large silk and rice house in Yedo. His father
had been head, his grandfather had been head, his great-grandfather had
been head: in fact, the date when the first of the name affixed his seal
to the documents of the house was lost in the mists of antiquity. So, when
foreigners were first allowed a foot-hold on the sacred soil of Japan,
none were so jealous of their advance, none so ardent in their wishes to
see the white barbarians ousted, as the members of the firm of Takezawa
and Co.
But times changed. Up to the last, Takezawa held out against the
introduction of foreign innovations in the mode and manner of conducting
the affairs of the firm; other houses might employ foreign steamboat
companies as carriers for their produce from port to port, might import
foreign goods, and even go so far as to allow the better paid of their
clerks to dress themselves as they liked in foreign costume; but Takezawa
and Co. were patriotic Japanese merchants, and resolved to run on in the
old groove of their ancestors.
But times still changed, and the great house, running on in its solid
old-fashioned manner, found itself left in the lurch by younger and more
enterprising firms. This would never do. So Takezawa consulted with his
partners, patrons, clients, and friends, and after much worthy discussion,
and much vehement opposition on the part of the old man, it was resolved
to keep pace with the times, as much as possible, without absolutely
overturning the old status of the house.
Well, Takezawa and Co. had still a very fair share of the export rice and
silk business; but their slow, heavy-sterned junks were no match for the
swift, foreign-built steamers employed by other firms; so, with a
tremendous wince, and not without a side thought at "Hara Kiri"--(the
"Happy Despatch")--Takezawa consented to the sale of all his junks, and
the purchase with the proceeds of a big foreign steamer.
The steamer was bought--a fine three-masted, double-funnelled boat,
complete with every appliance, newly engined, and manned by European
officers and leading seamen. From the dock at Yokoska, where she was
lying, a preliminary trip was made; and so smoothly did everything work,
and so easily did everything seem to act, under the guidance of the
Europeans, that Takezawa considered his own mariners perfectly competent
to handle the vessel after an hour's experience on board. So the Europeans
were discharged with six months' salaries--about six times as much as they
would have received at home--and Takezawa fixed a day when the ship should
be rechristened, and should make her trial trip under Japanese management.
It was a beautiful day in autumn--the most glorious period of the year in
Japan--when Takezawa and a distinguished company assembled on board the
steamer, to give her a new name, and to send her forth finally as a
Japanese steamer. The ship looked brave enough as she lay in the
dock--ports newly painted, brass-work shining, yards squared, and half
buried in bunting. At the mizen floated the empire flag of Japan--a red
sun on a white ground--and as Takezawa gazed fore and aft, and his eyes
rested on brightness, cleanliness, and order everywhere, he wondered to
himself how he could have been such a fool as to stand out so long against
the possession of such a treasure, merely on the grounds of its not being
Japanese. A fair daughter of one of his partners dashed a cup of "sake"
against the bows of the vessel, and the newly named "Lightning Bird"
dashed forward into the ocean. Her head was made straight for Yokohama
(Takezawa had seen the Englishmen at the wheel manipulate her in that
course on her trial trip, so he knew she couldn't go wrong). And straight
she went. Every one was delighted; sweetmeats and wine were served round,
whilst on the quarterdeck a troupe of the best "Geyshas" or singing-girls
in Yedo mingled their shrill voices and their guitar notes with the sound
of the fresh morning breeze through the rigging.
The engines worked magnificently: coals were poured into the furnaces by
the hundredweight, so as to keep a good uniform thick cloud of smoke
coming from the funnels--if the smoke lacked intensity for a minute,
Takezawa, fearful that something was wrong, bellowed forth orders for more
coal to be heaped on, so that in a quarter of an hour's time the
"Lightning Bird" consumed as much fuel as would have served a P. and O.
steamer for half a day. On she went, everybody pleased and smiling,
everything taut and satisfactory. Straight ahead was Treaty Point--a bold
bluff running out into the sea. The "Lightning Bird" was bound for
Yokohama--Yokohama lies well behind Treaty Point--but at the pace she was
going it was very apparent that, unless a sudden and rapid turn to
starboard was made, she would run, not into Yokohama, but into Treaty
Point.
The singing and feasting proceeded merrily on deck, but Takezawa was
uneasy and undecided on the bridge. The helm was put hard a-port, the
brave vessel obeyed, and leapt on straight for the line of rocks at the
foot of the Point, over which the waves were breaking in cascades of foam.
But the gods would not see a vessel, making her first run under Japanese
auspices, maltreated and destroyed by simple waves and rocks; so, just in
time to save an ignominious run aground, the helm was put hard over, fresh
fuel was piled on to the furnaces, and by barely half a ship's length the
"Lightning Bird" shaved the Point, and stood in straight for Yokohama bay.
Takezawa breathed freely for the moment; but, as he saw ahead the crowd of
European ships and native junks through which he would have to thread his
way, he would have given a very large sum to have had a couple of
Europeans at the wheel in the place of his own half-witted, scared
mariners.
However, there was no help for it; the ship sped on, and the guests on
board, many of whom were thorough rustics, were in raptures at the distant
views of the white houses on the Yokohama Bund, at the big steamers and
the graceful sailing vessels on all sides. To avoid the chance of a
collision, Takezawa managed to keep his steamer well outside; they nearly
ran down a fishing junk or two, and all but sunk the lightship; still,
they had not as yet come to absolute grief. Round they went for a long
half-hour; many of the guests were suffering from sickness, and Takezawa
thought that he might bring the trip to an end. So he bellowed forth
orders to stop the engines, and anchor. The anchor was promptly let go,
but stopping the engines was another matter, for nobody on board knew how
to do so--there was nothing to be done but to allow the vessel to pursue a
circular course until steam was exhausted; and she could go no farther. It
was idle to explain to the distinguished company that this was the course
invariably adopted by Europeans, for under their noses was the graceful P.
and O. steamer, a moment since ploughing along at full steam, now riding
at anchor by her buoy. So round and round went the "Lightning Bird," to
the amazement of the crews of the ships in harbour and of a large crowd
gathered on the "Bund;" the brave company on board were now assured that
the judgment of the gods was overtaking them for having ventured to sea in
a foreign vessel, and poor Takezawa was half resolved to despatch himself,
and wholly resolved never to make such an experiment as this again. He
cursed the day when he was finally led to forsake the groove so honourably
and profitably grubbed along by his fathers, and strode with hasty steps
up and down the bridge, refusing to be comforted, and terrifying out of
their few remaining wits the two poor fellows at the wheel. After a few
circles, an English man-of-war sent a steam launch after the "Lightning
Bird," and to the intense disgust of the great Japanese people on board,
who preferred to see eccentricity on the part of their countrymen, to
interference by foreigners, but to the great delight of the women and
rustics, who began to be rather tired of the fun, the engines were
stopped. Takezawa did not hear the last of this for a long, long time;
caricatures and verses were constantly being circulated bearing upon the
fiasco, although it would have been as much as any man's life was worth to
have taunted him openly with it. But it was a salutary lesson; and
although he still kept the "Lightning Bird," he engaged Europeans to man
her, until his men proved themselves adepts, and she afterwards became one
of the smartest and fastest craft on the coast.--_Belgravia._