CHAPTER XVIII.

"Having received information that a notorious pirate, named Yaou-chung

(short-tailed ruffian) is operating upon the coast between Chusan and

Amoy, you are hereby ordered to proceed from Chinhae (where it is

expected you will receive this dispatch), and carefully examine the

coasts, particularly about Hae-tan Island. In the event of your

capturing the pirate, you are directed to deliver him to the Taontai of

Amoy, who will dispose of him as he sees fit, the pirate having a short

time since seized a passenger junk, on board of which were fourteen

mandarins belonging to that place, whom he enclosed in an iron cage and

burnt alive. As we wish to show our power in these seas, it is desirable

that you totally exterminate the band, and level their settlement to the

ground."

"A very nice little job, is it not, Russell?" observed Woodward, who had

just received the above dispatch from the admiral at Hong-Kong.

"As you most logically observe, sir, the occupation does most fully

merit the title you so aptly apply to it, of a nice little job, and it

will be as well to attempt the matter without procrastination."

"There, there, my dear Russell, why not say we've got to do it, and will

do it well?"

"That, sir, would, no doubt, be a concise manner of expressing it, but I

prefer to adorn my language with more classical and florid expressions."

Upon hearing this reply, the good-tempered captain nodded to his

eccentric lieutenant, and directed the ship to be got ready for sea. In

a short time the anchors were up, and the Stinger steaming towards

Hae-tan, every one being upon the _qui vive_, and anxious to fall in

with the notorious pirate. As Woodward anticipated some warm work when

he met the freebooter, he ordered all useless top-hamper to be stowed

below, the top-gallant yards and masts struck, and rigging snaked,

intending to use steam alone in his trip down the coast.

After a careful examination of the coast, and hearing some horrible

tales of the cruelties perpetrated by Yaou-chung, Woodward arrived off

Hae-tan at dusk one evening; and having slowly steamed across to the

main land, anchored until daylight the next morning. About five bells in

the middle watch, some junks passed, when he quietly turned out his men,

not a sound being allowed or light shown, and the crew learnt that the

piratical fleet was sailing in, and that by daybreak an action was

inevitable.

It was impossible to distinguish the junks with the naked eye, but with

his night glass, Mr. Beauman made out nine large vessels, on board of

which the Chinese, unaware of the presence of an enemy, were firing

crackers and beating gongs in a most unguarded manner. When they were

out of hearing, Captain Woodward got up anchor, and hugging the land,

crept after them, and at daybreak saw the last of the fleet put up its

helm and run into port. In a few moments the Stinger was tearing away at

full speed for the place, the men watching their captain, who, assisted

by the master, manoeuvred the ship splendidly; and although the odds

were eight to one, no one doubted his ability to do all he might

undertake. Every one seemed impressed with a consciousness of

responsibility, and appeared fully determined to do his duty; and when

the ship swept round the point, and they found themselves in the

entrance of a large bay, which was studded all over with junks, although

they felt inclined to cheer, they held their peace, knowing, by the eyes

of their commander, that they must repress their enthusiasm.

Woodward stood upon the bridge, glass in hand, and gave his orders as

calmly as he would have done had he been entering Hong-Kong harbour. At

last he suddenly rang upon the engine-room bell the signal to "stop

her," but before they could do this the ship struck upon a mud bank, and

at that moment the pirates sighted her, and altering their course,

turned back and opened fire. It was a trying time: the vessel swinging

across the passage, and forming as it were a target for their guns.

After a while the junks suddenly ceased firing, and bout ship, when,

having sailed some distance up the bay, they formed in two lines, and

again bore down towards the Stinger, the execution of this manoeuvre

occupying about three-quarters of an hour.

Having in vain tried to steam off and after running his crew backward

and forward upon the upper deck, Woodward ordered the foremost guns to

be transported aft, and then repeating his tactics, found the ship once

more floated, whereupon the guns were returned to their proper

positions, and they awaited the arrival of the pirates, who were about a

mile distant. Upon her starboard bow were five large junks, the foremost

of which was doubtless the flagship, it being beautifully painted and

gilded, while on the port bow were four smaller craft letting off

crackers, and making a great din with their gongs. When their guns

arrived within range they commenced firing their bow chasers, Woodward

surveying them through his glass as coolly as though they were

performing their evolutions for his amusement. The shot flew over the

Stinger, and now and then one would strike her hull, but there stood the

captain quiet and undaunted, while his men, taking example from him,

were as still as statues. Suddenly a heavy shot struck the funnel, near

which he was standing, and cut a piece clean out of it, when he quietly

lifted the handle of the engine-room bell, and rang out, "Go ahead, full

speed," then waved his orders to the first lieutenant and master,

stationed along the deck, who transmitted them to the men at the wheel.

In a short time they reached the junks, but still no signal was given to

fire, although the pirates were blazing away furiously, and some stray

shots struck the hull and rigging. The men, who were all crouched down

behind their guns, wondered when they were to commence, and now and then

would peer over the pieces and watch the unmoved commander. At last,

just as they got abreast of the foremost junks, between which he had

steered, the words "Commence firing" rang out from Woodward's lips, and

at the same instant he signalled "Stop her" to the engineers.

The men sprang up with a cheer of defiance, and poured a discharge of

grape and canister into the junks on either side, (flash) bang

(flash--flash--flash) bang--bang--bang--(flash) bang; and the excited

sailors loaded and fired with tremendous energy. In a very short time a

thick pall of smoke completely enveloped the ship, and with great

difficulty the captain managed to keep her in position between the line

of junks--she in the mean time drifting slowly ahead. After the first

few discharges the men lost their hearing through the stunning reports,

and would vainly bawl at each other, while their bodies were grimed with

the smoke of the powder, every one of them being stripped to the waist.

The powder-monkeys were as active as their namesakes, feeling their way

in the thick smoke, so as to avoid being knocked down by the rammers or

sponges, and cautiously treading clear of the tackle laid along the

decks. It was wonderful how clever the youngsters were, and with what

accuracy they would return to their own guns, although it was

impossible to see them. The flashes, which at first dazzled their eyes,

now merely made them blink for a moment, while their dulled ears only

heard a faint boom, and after a time did not notice even that.

Woodward sprang up aloft, and saw the ship was heading right, and that

the first two junks which they had passed were on fire. Upon his return

to the deck he met the master, who bawled something in his ear; but as

he could not understand what he said,[1] he motioned him to go aloft,

and keep a look-out.

Although the Stinger steamed quite slowly between the lines of junks,

she had not lost a man; and the pirates being unable to depress their

guns sufficiently to hit the ship very often, had actually been firing

into each other. When Woodward found that the shots were striking the

ship in an oblique direction he rang the signal, "Go ahead, full speed,"

and in a short time was clear of the junks, which, however, kept firing

away at each other for some thirty minutes.

After they discovered their mistake he came to anchor, and putting on a

spring, raked them fore and aft with grape and canister. In a short time

the two lines of junks closed upon each other; and as they were nearly

all on fire, the pirates abandoned them, and took to the water. Much to

Woodward's chagrin, he observed that the big junk, which he supposed was

commanded by Yaou-chung in person, had managed to put out her fire, and

was escaping through the passage to the sea; however, as it was

impossible to pass the burning vessels, he steamed up the bay, and

landed at a town about five miles from the entrance.

The Taontai came down to receive him, and Woodward found that the

pirates had that morning entered the place to collect tribute when they

were overtaken and destroyed by the Stinger; and so grateful were the

townspeople, or rather their governor, that he offered the ransom money

to the captain, who of course declined the gift. Woodward did not want

to risk his ship too near the burning junks, and he showed his prudence,

for about 9 A.M. two of them blew up, and shortly afterwards the others

followed; and as the explosions seemed to blow out every vestige of

flame, they floated about the bay mere shapeless hulks, and became a

prey to the swarms of thieves, who went out of the city in boats to pick

up wood or any loot which they might be lucky enough to come across.

Seeing the mouth of the bay clear, the captain bade the civil Taontai

adieu, and steamed out to sea in search of Yaou-chung's junk. Upon

clearing the headland at the mouth of the harbour they beheld the pirate

with all sail set standing out to sea, but as soon as he saw them he

trimmed his sails, and ran behind Haetan. Now, Woodward knew there was

no shelter for the pirate upon the weather side of the island, so he

altered his course, and steamed along to leeward, expecting to catch the

junk as it rounded the opposite point; but Yaou-chung was too smart for

him, as he had anchored, it being a calm day, just round the point

behind which Woodward saw him disappear.

Having waited for two hours, the captain proceeded round the further

point, and, to his annoyance, saw the pirate standing out to sea, with

his sails so closely hauled, that he seemed to be going in the wind's

eye. Now, every nautical writer has described a stern chase, and

doubtless the old adage "A stern chase is a long chase" has been

sufficiently hackneyed, but it was a very long one upon this occasion,

as it must be remembered the Stinger was only an auxiliary screw, and it

was quite dusk before they overhauled the plucky Chinaman.

Woodward was at his post, and had given instructions to the master to

lay the ship alongside the junk; and taking command forward of the

starboard watch of boarders himself, instructed Lieutenant Russell to

head those of the port watch, who were ordered to board the pirate

abaft, directing the men to crouch behind the nettings until they struck

the junk. Forward, the captain of the forecastle was securing the end of

a chain, to which was fastened a grappling-iron, and abaft, the captain

of the afterguard was similarly employed. The Stinger showed no light,

and made no sound, save that caused by the regular beat of her screw.

Suddenly the junk put about, and tried to rake the ship, but Woodward

was too good a sailor to allow his enemy to catch him asleep, and the

pirate threw his shot away upon the water.

After various manoeuvres, too tedious to describe here, the gallant

captain at last got his ship in exactly the position he wanted her, and

putting on full steam, ran her crash into the bows of the junk. Up

sprang the captain of the forecastle, and the grappling-iron was firmly

secured in the side hamper of the pirate, upon which Woodward shouting

to his men, "Come on, my lads!" leapt sword in hand on board the junk,

landing his party upon the forecastle, from which they drove the pirates

with great slaughter. The Stinger was then laid alongside, and with a

loud hurrah, Lieutenant Russell, led his men over the hammock-netting

abaft, obtaining in a few moments possession of the poop. The pirates,

driven to the body of the junk, fought like demons, and twice repulsed

the Stingers, once nearly recovering possession of the poop, which was,

however, gallantly held by the first lieutenant.

When Yaou-chung found he was cornered, he conceived the bold idea of

trying to board the Stinger; so, giving instructions to his men, he, in

spite of the shower of pistol-balls and musketry which was poured upon

him from the poop and forecastle, succeeded in boarding the ship, before

the master, who was in command, became aware of his manoeuvre. Beauman

was attending to the after grapnel, when he saw the pirates pour over

the nettings just by the main hatchway. Without a moment's hesitation he

darted below, ran forward upon the lower deck, sprang up the fore

hatchway, and scrambling on board the junk, told the captain of the

pirate's move.

"All aboard!" shouted Woodward. Then directing two of the men to cast

off the grapnel, he abandoned the junk, and drove the pirates aft upon

the quarter-deck of the Stinger; the men who had cast off the grapnel on

board the junk, running aft and telling the first lieutenant the news.

Russell thereupon placed his men so as to cut the pirates down as they

were driven off the ship's decks abaft. As all this was done upon a

starlight night, the Stingers could just make out friends from foes,

although at times the pirates and crew got a little mixed, and even

assaulted their own shipmates.

Yaou-chung led his men like a tiger, and certainly fought well; but just

as he reached the wheel a light shot up on board the junk, and Woodward

saw him motioning his men to press forward and attack the sailors again.

With a loud cheer the Stingers threw themselves upon the foe, and their

captain, wielding a cutlass which he had taken from one of his men, cut

Yaou-chung down with a swinging blow. When the pirates saw their leader

fall, they surrendered, and within a quarter of an hour seventy-three of

them were secured and put in irons, together with Yaou-chung, the cut

given by the commander having more stunned than otherwise injured him,

his skull being thick enough to stand a chop from a cutlass.

When all was quiet, they carefully examined the prize, which was found

to be filled with valuable plunder; then they threw the dead overboard,

and taking her in tow, proceeded towards Amoy, where they arrived within

eight-and-forty hours after the capture of the junk.

The notorious Yaou-chung and his associates were duly handed over to the

Taontai, after which the Stinger refitted and stopped up the shot-holes

in her sides. She had been hulled eighteen times, but upon mustering her

crew after the action, only thirteen casualties were reported, not one

of which proved fatal. One man lost a limb, and another three of his

fingers, but otherwise the wounds were slight. Of course it was by the

merest good fortune they escaped as they did, for had the ship, when

between the junks, been but for a moment in such a position that their

shot could have taken effect, no doubt her decks would have been swept.

It was a bold action, and the merchants of Amoy, to show their

appreciation of Woodward's gallantry, offered him a service of plate,

which he courteously, yet firmly, declined, alleging that his officers

and men had quite as much to do with destroying the pirates as himself.

He, however, did not object to their presenting his crew with a

gratuity, which amounted to over three thousand dollars; and as he knew

how slow the prize courts were, he told his men to clear out all they

wanted from the junk, after which he despatched her to Hong-Kong, where

she was condemned and sold. Not a bale of silk or ball of opium would he

keep for himself, being too proud to share in the plunder; and beyond a

few flags, taken from the various pirate junks he had destroyed, he

returned home no richer than he came, his principles being totally

unlike those of his predecessor, who upon one occasion, after taking a

junk, coolly appropriated a number of balls of opium, which for security

he stowed in the lockers of his state room, the said opium being

described by him as "his perquisites."

After remaining in port a few days, a grand banquet was given by the

Taontai, to which the captain, officers, and crew were invited; and as

he was instructed to be upon friendly terms with the Chinese

authorities, Woodward accepted the invitation, little dreaming of the

surprise which the Celestials had in store for them.

About three P. M. the Stingers left their ship, and landed at a place

designated by the Taontai, where, having found a guard of honour drawn

up to receive them, they proceeded at once to the governor's residence

in the following order:--First marched the executioner's assistants, who

cleared the way with whips; then a bannerman, bearing the Taontai's flag

and a gong, which he beat every few seconds. Following him was a body of

bannermen, who preceded a sedan, in which was seated the crafty Tartar

governor, who took advantage of the captain's ignorance of the rites,

and appropriated to himself the place of honour. Immediately after the

governor's chair, came the Stinger's band, playing "Oh, dear, what can

the matter be?" then the sedan, containing Captain Woodward, followed by

several others, occupied by the officers and engineers.

By some mistake the chief engineer, Mr. Sniff, had taken the chair which

was intended for the captain; and as the procession wended its way, the

people applauded vociferously. This elated him to such a degree that he

bowed repeatedly, first to the right and then to the left, which being a

novel proceeding for an official, caused the mob to shout with laughter.

We may here remark that the bobbing of the mandarin in the style of the

tea-store images is a fiction, got up by the artists in those

statuettes, and that a Celestial dignitary would as soon think of

standing upon his head as of bowing to the populace when proceeding on

official business. Under those circumstances a mandarin is about as

motionless as a wax figure, and it may be imagined that the Amoyans, who

turned out to see the procession, were immensely tickled by the antics

of Mr. Sniff, whom they termed the "nodding, red-headed barbarian of the

west." The royal marines came after the sedans, and the blue jackets

followed them, a detachment of Tartars forming the rear-guard.

After marching to the Taontai's palace and partaking of some

refreshment, the captain was informed that as there was no convenient

hall in the city, a building had been prepared outside the gates, where

it was hoped that the brave western men would condescend to partake of

the humble fare provided for them. Hereupon the procession again formed,

and marched through the city to a clear space beyond the walls, where

they found an immense bamboo edifice erected. Upon one side of this was

an enclosed space, which the Stingers imagined was fenced in to form a

promenade ground for them during the intervals of the feast; but upon

entering the building, they found there were no windows or doors upon

that side of the edifice. The whole place was draped with banners and

hung with "living-flower-mats," i. e. mats of split bamboo, upon which

flowers were sewn in patterns; these decorations might by a casual

observer have been taken for beautiful carpets, so evenly were the

blossoms arranged upon them. At the extreme end was a raised cross table

for the Taontai and guests of rank, while along the length of the

building two tables, laden with sweetmeats and fruits were spread for

the accommodation of the crew. The officials were entertained with an

infinite variety of courses, all more or less delicious, and none of

them badly cooked or repulsive to their taste, while knives and forks

were provided, and champagne and bitter beer poured out without stint.

Much to the satisfaction of their hospitable entertainer, his guests did

every justice to the meal.

Upon the entry of the men the whole place was lighted with candles, and

a Chinese band struck up a tune, which it screwed out, with more or less

rapidity, during the time the banquet lasted. No doubt the Celestials

thought it very melodious, and at times the attendants upon the sailors

would nod to the noise, as we do to our music, but the effect upon the

visitors was, to say the least of it, excruciating.

When the sailors had taken their seats a number of attendants entered

with huge kettles of warm wine, which they poured into little cups that

were placed by the right hand of each guest. Now, as a sailor's capacity

for liquor of any kind is well known, it may easily be imagined that

they looked rather blue upon finding such small measures allotted them;

but by dint of repeatedly filling during the course of the banquet, they

managed to get enough, although not one became intoxicated. When the

attendants imagined the sailors had deluged themselves sufficiently with

wine, they proceeded to remove the remnants of the sweets; seeing this,

the jolly tars, who imagined dinner was over, motioned them to leave the

dishes, which they entirely emptied of their contents. Upon this the

waiters cleared the tables by beat of gong. In a short time a file of

men entered, and placed all sorts of food before the astonished

foreigners; and as the provisions were supplied by fifty hotel-keepers

who were obliged, under threat of severe punishment, to furnish a

certain number of dishes, some of them were palatable, and others the

reverse; however, the men were all satisfied, and attacked the viands

with the full determination of trying everything which came within their

reach and would shout to a shipmate at another table, or pass favourite

dishes from one to another in a most amusing fashion.

"I say, number ten mess!--hi!--you at the other table come over here;

we've got some biled bore-constructor, and its stunning."

"Charley, how are you gettin' on?" observed a hardy-looking topman to a

marine who was seated opposite him.

"I'm all right. I've eat a whole roast duck, and am trying some fried

boot-heels, which ain't bad. Will ye have some?"

When the dishes were removed a procession of servants entered, bearing

four pigs, roasted whole; these were deposited upon the tables, and soon

nothing but the bones remained. When these had been disposed of, the

attendants placed bowls of thin soup before each sailor, after having

partaken of which many of them felt anything but well.

When the feast commenced, a heavy curtain was drawn across that portion

of the edifice where the officers sat. As the Taontai knew the sailors

would finish their dinners long before the officials, he directed the

attendants upon the men to let them eat their food, and then supply them

with unlimited warm wine and tobacco, with which they managed to pass

the time until eight o'clock, when the gong announced the Taontai and

his guests had completed their meal.

A crowd of attendants now proceeded to unhook the centre of the curtain,

covering the wall upon that side of the edifice facing the enclosure,

and upon its removal a guard was placed across the gap, the dinner

tables cleared away, and seats placed for the guests,--the Taontai and

his officials upon the left, and Captain Woodward and his officers upon

the right. Footlights were then placed upon the ground in front of the

guards, who, now that the party were seated, retired, and left them

gazing upon a square enclosure, and they had full opportunity of

listening to the enlivening agony of the Chinese band, which redoubled

its noise and worked away as if desirous of carrying on until something

gave way.

At a signal from the Taontai the doors of the banquet-hall were thrown

open, and the Amoyans poured in until they became so closely pressed,

that you might have walked upon their heads without fear. Captain

Woodward imagined they were going to entertain them with a theatrical

performance, so he smiled at his host, and puffed at his cigar, little

dreaming he was about to witness a horrible tragedy, which none but a

Chinese would have imagined acceptable to a foreigner. At length when a

gong had been struck nine times, the Taontai arose and thus addressed

his guests:--

"Most illustrious, brave, and honourable men of the western seas, I have

this day endeavoured, out of my poverty of means, to show you how much I

think of you and all your nation. I thank you for the brave act which

resulted in the capture of Yaou-chung, and I invite you to see the

clemency of his Majesty the Emperor whom we all revere, extended to the

defiled dog and his blood-stained accomplices. I salute you

respectfully."

When this speech was ended Lieutenant Russell observed to Woodward, "The

conviction has just dawned upon my mind that they are about to consign

the pirates to Hades, by the hands of the public executioner, and the

present company are to witness the performance."

"Nonsense!" replied the commander. "They surely do not intend carrying

out the sentence here."

"Let me entreat you not to suffer a misconception to lead your judgment

astray, as even my limited acquaintance with the Chinese language

enables me to affirm that the pirates are shortly to be submitted to the

pangs of torture in our presence."

"I'm sorry, as we cannot back out, and must, as it were, countenance the

butchery by our presence. The sly Taontai has arranged this matter very

cleverly; do you not think so, Russell?" said the captain.

Further conversation was cut short by the appearance of the chief

executioner, a most revolting-looking wretch, who advanced into the

arena; then, kneeling upon the sawdust with which the ground was

covered, bowed his forehead (or kow-tow'd) nine times, after which his

assistants, who were, like him, clad in black tunics and conical-shaped

wire hats, came forward and went through the same performance.

Having paid their respects, the black band brought out several movable

screens, which they placed before the opening, upon which the music

recommenced. After a short interval the gong again sounded, and some

persons behind took the screens and carried them out of sight, when the

spectators beheld about sixty men, clad only in blue trousers, kneeling

with their hands resting upon the sawdust, it being noticed that all of

them were deprived of their queues. At the back of the arena was a

mat-covered pile, over which an assistant executioner, armed with a

ladle was throwing some liquid.

At a signal from the Taontai, a scribe read the names of the sixty

prostrate men, and when that was completed called to four executioners,

who stepped forward, paid their respects to their master and his guests,

then taking up their positions, each at the head of fifteen recumbent

criminals, raised their short swords and awaited the final order. Their

weapons were very keen-edged, thick-backed affairs, slightly curved, and

loaded with quicksilver, in order to give force to the blows. The chief

executioner received the orders and directed his assistants, he taking

the left-hand row, over the last man of which he was now standing, with

his eyes fixed upon the Taontai.

So rapidly had all this been accomplished that the Stingers could hardly

comprehend the meaning of their action; but when the Governor elevated

the claw-like nail of his right thumb, and the four executioners

simultaneously swept the heads off four of the recumbent figures, they

all understood it was a real execution, and not a theatrical

representation that was being enacted before their eyes. As the

movements of the executioners were regulated by those of the chief, it

will be sufficient to describe his action.

When he gave the swinging blow with his sword which swept off his first

victim's head, he dexterously skipped across the neck of the body, and

planting himself behind his second victim, repeated the cut, upon which

off flew another head, he continuing his blows until he had decapitated

four of the kneeling ones, when he changed his sword for a keener weapon

and recommenced his labour. In a few moments fifteen heads were lying

upon the sawdust near the trunks of their former bodies. It was

wonderful to see how easily he sliced them off, and with what rapidity

the whole of them were executed.

When all was finished the executioners picked up the heads, and

carelessly placed them upon their trunks; then advancing to the front,

knelt, kow-tow'd, and retired. In a few moments a number of men entered,

and dragged off the bodies and heads, after which fresh sawdust was

sprinkled, and the arena raked clean, in the same manner as the supers

prepare the ring of a circus for a new entertainment.

Captain Woodward, who was thoroughly sick at the sight, but had kept his

seat out of courtesy towards the Taontai, now arose, and begged he would

allow him to retire with his officers and crew, adding that such a

method of execution was quite foreign to the ideas of all "the men of

the west;" but the Taontai only pointed to the swarming mass of Chinese

behind them, and declared it would be impossible for them to leave until

the executions were over, adding, "You will be pleased with the next

performance, which you will probably never have another opportunity of

witnessing."

Finding escape was impossible, the captain partly turned his back upon

the arena, and the gong sounded for the next piece of barbarism.

A large body of the wire-hatted, black-dressed executioners now advanced

and kow-tow'd, four of their number bearing long poles, to the end of

which were tied lighted torches. After their prostrations were

completed, two of them walked to the back of the arena, and pulled at

the lines which held the covering of the pile. A yell of execration

broke from the Chinese spectators as, upon the mats falling down, they

beheld a heap of wood, on which were placed two cages, one a large

affair twenty-five feet long, by about four high, in which were chained

thirteen of the officers of the pirate craft; while, in a smaller cage,

above the other, was secured the notorious pirate who had given the

Stingers so much trouble. When the sailors recognized this villain they

gave vent to a murmur, which certainly did not indicate pity.

A mandarin now advanced, and thus addressed the spectators:--"List, ye

people of Fo-keen district. Hardly a moon ago this Yaou-chung seized an

imperial junk, and after killing the crew, whom he tortured in a

barbarous manner, deliberately enclosed thirteen of our honourable

colleagues within an iron cage, and burnt them to death. To-day

Yaou-chung (you descendant of a dishonoured dog) and thirteen of his

head men receive the clemency of our father and mother, the Emperor, the

common men of his crew having been despatched with the sword. Beware!

and follow not the example they have set, or you will be treated

likewise."

Neither Yaou-chung nor his officers paid the slightest attention to the

speech, but seemingly chaffed the executioner, who was basting them with

some liquid. At length the latter retired and the mandarin gave the

signal, when the torchmen applied their brands, and in an instant the

pile was alight. The thirteen men were soon writhing and screaming, as

their bodies were wetted with spirit which the executioners had thrown

upon them, but for some time Yaou-chung remained as quiet as a statue,

although the torture must have been fearful; however, after the wood

began to burn up he gradually showed signs of suffocation, and must have

been insensible long before the flames reached his body.

When all was over the crowd dispersed, and Captain Woodward marched his

men back to the wharf and embarked them in boats in which they were

conveyed on board the ship. Of course there was no help for it, and it

was all right according to the Chinese way of reckoning, but the gallant

officer determined, that when next asked to a Chinese banquet, he would,

before accepting the civility, ascertain if it were "a dinner to be

followed by an execution," or only a friendly "chin-chin."

FOOTNOTE:

[1] Mr. Beauman informed the captain that he need not fear the pirates

throwing fire-pots upon his decks, as none of them had the usual basket

(from which they throw those missiles) at their mast-heads.

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