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and so we parted. From what I afterwards heard, I had reason to believe the “ Company Sahib” had a long account with this holy man, and that, with some others, he was to be seen in after years innocently employed sweeping and keeping in order the fortifications of Fort William at Calcutta. A bevy of houris in the world to come will doubtless reward him for the injury he has suffered from the infidel in this.
Towards the commencement of the new year, our attention was called to a strong working party being seen every day to leave the fort, and proceed to clear away the jungle which had grown up close round the works; this done, they commenced the construction of an admirable battery, which flanked our anchorage as well as the landward side of Quedah fort. Observing that this working party was strong guarded, we learnt, on inquiry from the fishermen, that the labourers were unfortunate Siamese---men, women, and children — who had been captured when the province was conquered by the Malays, and that the work they were now doing was merely to keep them out of mischief. We, however, plainly saw that the chiefs bad some cause for anxiety, and anticipated an attack, though how or whence we had as yet no certain intelligence. We took some pains to. get information carried to these poor creatures of
ESCAPE OF SIAMESE PRISONERS.
our readiness to give them shelter, and shortly afterwards two Siamese effected their escape under difficult circumstances. The musquito squadron were just on the point of separating to take up their stations for the night-a step we always took care to carry out after dark, in order that the enemy might not know our position — when a voice was heard to hail us from a long tongue of mud which ran out to seaward from the northern point of the river. At first it was supposed to be the whoop of
. a night-hawk, but it was repeated, and our men declared it to be the voice of either Chinese or Siamese. Mr. Jamboo was called for, and, in a dialect which was so unmusical as to resemble the sounds emitted by knocking two hard pieces of wood together, he soon ascertained that they were two Siamese men who had escaped from the Malays, and in an attempt to cross the mud-flat had sunk into it exhausted, and unless we could reach them would assuredly be drowned or devoured by the alligators upon the return of the tide. The pinnace was now forced in as near as possible to the mud-bank, and three or four of the English seamen having volunteered to assist the unfortunates, they stripped themselves, and aided by oars and boards slipped over the mud to where the Siamese were fairly bogged, pulled
them out by sheer strength and activity, and brought them off amidst the cheers of all our party. The blue-jackets washed them, and clothed their shivering frames in sailors’ frocks and trousers, persuaded them to drink a glass of raw Jamaica rum each, and then, with considerable truth, said, half-laughing,
Why, Jack, your mother would not know you!" - a remark the Siamese would probably have acquiesced in, had they understood the rough but good-natured fellows.
The tale of the Siamese was soon told: they were father and son, and had originally entered the province of Quedah from the neighbourhood of Bankok. At the time of the Malay inroad, the father was a petty merchant, barber, and painter, at an island called Lancáyi. They were made prisoners, or rather slaves; worked like horses, starved, and constantly saw their countrymen creesed before their eyes. They escaped, stole a boat, and sailed with her across to the mainland, by following the coast of which they knew they must reach English territory. At last they observed our ship in the offing, and rightly conjecturing that some of her boats would be found off Quedah, had happily succeeded in reaching us without being seen by the lynx-eyed look-outs of Quedah.
CURIOUS MODE OF SKETCHING.
They stayed some days with us, and appeared anxious to evince their gratitude in every possible way. The old man, as a Siamese artist, presented each officer with specimens of his skill; the most remarkable point in his sketches being the fact of his wonderful departure from all our preconceived notions of drawing.
For instance, in a pencil sketch of Buddha, drawn for me, in which that divinity is represented reposing upon one leg, and looking uncommonly like Canova's famed figure of a dancing-girl reposing, and almost as unnatural, the draughtsman commenced with the toes and worked gradually up to the gorgeous headdress, yet preserving a just proportion in all the parts of the figure; as a whole, the result may be said to have been more curious than pleasing. When the Siamese eventually proceeded to Penang, they left us favourably impressed with their disposition and ability, although they evidently lacked the energy of character which marked the Malays about
ANXIETY OF COMMANDING OFFICER.
The Anxiety of the Officer commanding the Blockade. — In
telligence received of the Pirate Fleet. — My good Fortune in sailing with so excellent a Captain. – A Tropical Thunder
· storm. Jadee kills the Wind. - How Jadee learnt to kill the Wind. The Dutch generally disliked. — Jadee's Piratical Friends attack a Junk. — The Defeat and Flight of Jadee's Friends. They are saved by the Rajah of Jehore. - Killing the Wind.
OUR enterprising captain in the “Hyacinth” had, as it may be supposed, a very anxious time. The extent of coast to be blockaded was not less than fifty or sixty miles in extent much of it but little known; numerous islands, rivers, and creeks existed of which charts and surveyors had no cognizance. He knew well that a large force of prahus and armed men were in the province; their exact whereabouts, however, was preserved a perfect secret, and Captain Warren's fear was, lest they should fall upon his boats or the gun-boats with vastly superior forces, and carry off an easy victory. The “Hyacinth” therefore, like à troubled spirit, was ever flitting up and