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A Ladys Captivity Among Chinese Pirates in the Chinese Seas
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1590839A Ladys Captivity Among Chinese Pirates in the Chinese Seashttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/a-ladys-captivity-among-chinese-pirates-in-the-chinese-seas/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/889120/93a5f797-2d76-46f5-bd66-3fcf2276de46.jpg?v=6383366340451000009797MXNLibrary of AlexandriaInStock/Ebooks/1569669A Ladys Captivity Among Chinese Pirates in the Chinese Seas9797https://www.gandhi.com.mx/a-ladys-captivity-among-chinese-pirates-in-the-chinese-seas/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/889120/93a5f797-2d76-46f5-bd66-3fcf2276de46.jpg?v=638336634045100000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20239781465679482_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9781465679482_<p>In the year 1852, on a fine spring morning, I arrived in Havre with my eldest sister, who was going, on commercial matters, to California. We spent several days in Havre; and on the 30th of May, being Whitsunday, we embarked on board the little French schooner called the "Independence," the captain whereof engaged to touch at Rio for food and water. Besides the captain, the master, and the crew, our vessel carried eighteen passengers, all of whom were going to seek their fortunes in California. The weather was superb, and our captain took advantage of a favourable breeze to set sail. The quay was crowded with spectators, and it was not without some dismay that we overheard their observations on the size of our schooner. "Never," said they, "can such a boat double Cape Horn. The least puff of wind must swamp a nutshell like that!" It is easy to conceive the impression which opinions such as these were calculated to produce on two inexperienced Parisiennes, who, like my sister and myself, were travelling for the first time. We looked hesitatingly in each others faces; but it was too late. The time for hesitation was gone by. In another moment we heard the captain cry, "Let go the moorings!" All was now over and the great sacrifice was accomplished. Farewell, dear friendsFarewell, FranceFarewell, Paris, which is a fatherland within a fatherland!Farewell, all that is comfortableFarewell, fashion, amusement, peaceful sleep, home comfortsFarewell, in fact, to all that makes life pleasant! For five months, at the least, I must sleep in a hammock instead of a bed; the sky must be my ceiling, and the sea my floor. My only music will be the sound of the breaking waves, and the untaught songs of the sailors. We are going to seek our fortunesto seek, but what to find? Leaning sorrowfully over the side of the vessel, my heart full of a thousand hopes and regrets, I waved my handkerchief in token of farewell to the friends I left behind me. First the jetty receded; then Ingouville, with its amphitheatre of houses; Ste. Addresse, which owes its celebrity to Alphonse Karr; then Cape la Hve; and then there remained only the sky and the ocean. We spent seven days in the Channelseven days of rain and fog, with a leaden sky above, and the angry waves below. I was very ill during this part of the voyage. Not till the Sunday, which was the seventh day after our departure, had I strength to venture upon deck. The beacon off the Lizard Point was just visible, and I stood there watching it, till the light finally disappeared. The passage of the Bay of Biscay was accomplished, not without danger to our fragile bark. At length, after fifteen days on the sea, we came within the influence of a Brazilian climate. I was never weary of admiring those clear skies and glorious sunsets the beauty of which no art could adequately reproduce. We were rapidly approaching Janeiro, when we were one day startled by a sound like the rolling of distant thunder. The sea was calm; there was not a cloud overhead, and no other ship in sight. The deck was crowded in an instant. The noise grew louder, and we gazed tremblingly in each others faces. The mate, who was on the look out, cried "Breakers ahead!" "Helm about!" replied the captain. The order came just in time. Happily for us, our little schooner escaped with only a scratch.</p>...9781465679482_Library of Alexandrialibro_electonico_16212e90-94bd-3e15-b045-8face7c76d7d_9781465679482;9781465679482_9781465679482Fanny LoviotInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/markmoxford-epub-8ab8e0c9-9259-4ecd-ad4e-bcbe51e2b828.epub2023-02-14T00:00:00+00:00Library of Alexandria