Wonderful Adventures of Mrs. Seacole in Many Lands

Mary Seacole, W. J. S. [Editor], William Howard Russell

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• Publié le: 08 décembre 2010
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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Wonderful Adventures of Mrs. Seacole in Many Lands, by Mary Seacole This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Wonderful Adventures of Mrs. Seacole in Many Lands Author: Mary Seacole Commentator: W. H. Russell Editor: W. J. S. Release Date: October 14, 2007 [EBook #23031] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MRS. SEACOLE *** Produced by Suzanne Shell, Sam W. and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net 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. 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. [Pg vii] [Pg viii] CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. My Birth and Parentage—Early Tastes and Travels—Marriage, and [Pg ix] Widowhood 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 CHAPTER III. My Reception at the Independent Hotel—A Cruces Table d’Hôte—Life in Cruces—Amusements of the Crowds—A Novel Four-post Bed 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 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 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 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 1 6 17 23 34 [Pg x] 46 Dinner Delicacies of Escribanos —Journey up the Palmilla River—A Few Words on the Present Aspect of Affairs on the Isthmus of Panama 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 CHAPTER IX. Voyage to Constantinople—Malta —Gibraltar—Constantinople, and what I thought of it—Visit to Scutari Hospital—Miss Nightingale CHAPTER X. “Jew Johnny”—I Start for Balaclava —Kindness of my old Friends—On Board the “Medora”—My Life on Shore—The Sick Wharf 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 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 CHAPTER XIII. My Work in the Crimea CHAPTER XIV. My Customers at the British Hotel 59 73 82 92 [Pg xi] 102 113 124 135 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 CHAPTER XVI. Under Fire on the fatal 18th of June —Before the Redan—At the Cemetery —The Armistice—Deaths at Headquarters—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 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 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 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! 146 154 [Pg xii] 167 177 188 C ONCLUSION 197 ADVENTURES OF MRS. SEACOLE IN MANY LANDS. [Pg 1] 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 [Pg 2] 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 amo