Stan Lynn Part 15

The night's rest had chased away all the dull feelings that had troubled Stan, and he woke up bright, elastic, and eager for the adventures of the day. Look where he would on either sh.o.r.e, everything was attractive. The country was highly cultivated, and dotted with farms and dwellings belonging to what seemed to be a large and peaceable population.

But his wondering gaze was soon checked by Wing, who came out of the cabin smiling, with the announcement that "bleakfas'" was ready--an announcement as pleasant in the confines of Asia as in homely Britain; and, to the lad's delight, he found everything quite as civilised and good.

Wing played the part of body-servant as ably as that of agent at the _hong_; and after the meal was over, and the lad had returned outside to watch the glorious panorama spread on either side of the river, his guide came deprecatingly behind him rubbing his hands.

"Young Lynn wantee Wing?" he asked.

"Yes; tell me," said Stan, "how far have we to go up the river?"

"Velly long way," replied the Chinaman, holding up his left hand with the digits spread out, and using his right index-finger for a pointer as he counted, "One, two, flee, fow, fi'. Plap sick if wind no blow."

"And is it all beautiful?"

"Yes; allee velly beautiful. Wing countly velly fine place."

"But are we going to sail right on up the river like this?" asked Stan.

"Yes. 'Top many time. Buy cake--buy egg--buy fluit--buy duck--buy chicken--buy lil pig. Plenty good to eat. Got lice, tea, suga'. You likee have gun shoot duck?"

"No," said Stan; "there's too much to look at without bothering about a gun."

"You likee ketchee fishee? Boy get line leady, put bait hook, young Lynn ketchee fish? Velly good eat."

"Not to-day," replied Stan. "I want to use my eyes."

"Yes; velly good. Young Lynn use long eyes."

And before the lad had half-grasped the man's meaning, Wing had shuffled back into the cabin, to return directly with his young master's black leather binocular-case.

"Wing load long eyes--nocklah--leady to shoot?"

"Not yet," said Stan, smiling, as he took the case, and then seated himself in a squeaking cane chair placed ready for his use, and sat back to continue watching what at times looked to him like so much beautifully painted china on a large scale.

Finding that his services were not required, Wing settled himself down upon a stool just inside the cabin entrance, and at once became busy without attracting his young master's notice, till the boat came abreast of a beautifully shaped paG.o.da, evidently built with blue and white tiles, and having a marvellously striking effect in the bright suns.h.i.+ne, as it rose from a verdant gorge half-way up a rugged mountain-side whose slope ran steeply down to the river, which bathed its rocky foot.

"What a landmark!" thought Stan. "If one were lost, how easy it would be to look out for that tall temple and make for it!"

The glittering tiers of glazed earthenware rose one above the other, each with its wavy, puckered eaves and points bearing little bells, the topmost stories looking as if the builders had possessed ambitious ideas of making the highest pinnacle pierce the soft blue sky; and as the new-comer kept his admiring eyes fixed upon the beautiful work, the boat glided on, forcing him to turn his head a little more and a little more, till it was wrenched round so much that Wing began to appear at the left-hand corners of his eyes, and interested the lad so much by the busy interest he took in his work that Stan's gaze became gradually transferred from the temple to the man, who went on with what he was about in profound ignorance of being observed.

It was something fresh to Stan, who more than ever realised the fact that, in spite of being heavy and plain of feature, Wing was a bit of a buck in his way, and one who took great pains to impress upon the common coolies with whom he came in contact that he belonged to a higher grade of native--one of a cla.s.s who never dreamed of defiling their hands with hard work, and kept up at great trouble by many signs, in the shape of finger-nails, of their being head and not hand craftsmen.

When Stan first caught sight of him, Wing was very carefully taking off what looked like a wooden thimble, which had been formed by sc.r.a.ping and filing down a suitable portion of a joint of bamboo; and as this thimble-like piece was removed, the man again laid bare a long, curved finger-nail, whose point, carefully polished and smoothed, was quite an inch above the quick, and evidently "still growing."

"What silly nonsense!" thought Stan. "What an absurd idea! Why, if he caught that nail in anything it would break down and become a painful hang-nail."

But it soon became evident that Wing did not mean to break down that nail, for after a certain amount of sc.r.a.ping and polis.h.i.+ng it was carefully covered with its thimble-like sheath, before the index-finger on his left hand was uncovered to go through the same process as its fellow.

As Stan watched he became aware of the fact that the left middle finger-nail had met with a mishap, having in all probability been broken right down, and was now being nursed up again to an aristocratic height.

All at once the man raised his eyes as if to see how his young master was getting on, and started as he saw that he was being watched.

"Are we likely to see any pirates up the river here?" said Stan quietly.

The man shook his head.

"Wing no tell," he said gravely as he began to cover up his much-petted nails. "Plaps many bad man--plaps not none 'tall. Plenty pilate evely-wheah. Plenty bad soljee. Wing hope nevah see none no mo'.

Velly glad leave boat and begin walk back. Plenty pilate on livah; plenty bad soljee way flom livah."

"Then the discharged soldiers are worse than the pirates, Wing?" said Stan, smiling.

"Not laugh at," said the man solemnly. "Allee dleadful bad man. Killee people and takee evely-thing away. Lun fa.s.s?"

"What do you mean--can I run fast?"

"Yes; lun velly fa.s.s?"

"Yes; I think so. Do you think we shall have to run away from some of these men?"

"Yes. Lun away and hide."

"Oh, I suppose I could run well enough," replied Stan; "but of course I don't want to."

"No; Wing don't want lun away, but pilate--soljee makee him. Velly fa.s.s; come cuttee head off."

"This is pleasant!" thought Stan. "It sounds like jumping out of the frying-pan into the fire."

The consequence of this conversation was that whenever Stan could tear his eyes from the beauty and novelty of the sh.o.r.e on either side he was narrowly scanning the various vessels which came into sight, the greater part being small sailing-boats. But every now and then in the course of the day the tall matting sails of some towering junk would come gliding round a bend, partially hidden, perhaps, by the trees which fringed the banks; and as soon as this was seen, Stan noted that there was a little stir among the quiet, placid-looking boatmen, who began to whisper among themselves. Then, if Wing had not seen the stranger, one of them moved to where he stood and drew his attention to the distant object.

The guide seemed to be gifted with wonderfully powerful sight, which he generally used with the result that every man was placed at his ease at once. But not always. To use a nautical phrase, Wing was not upon every occasion satisfied with the cut of the stranger's jib, and upon these occasions he turned to his young master.

"Young Lynn lettee Wing look flou' double eyegla.s.s?"

The binocular was handed at once, and after a great deal of focussing, handed back.

"No pilate. Tea-boat. Allee good man."

Or he might speak with a greater tone of reverence as he shaded his eyes:

"Big junk muchee fullee silk. Wing think junk go down whalf see Misteh Blunt."

"Not enemies, then?" said Stan.

"No; velly good fliend."

"But there are the big eyes painted on each side of the bows."

"Yes," said Wing, smiling; "but good boat. No cally stink-pot to flow on boat and set fi'. No big bang gong and lot fighting-man all ovah.

No. That velly good boat, and not hu't people. Wing tell when he sees bad boat. Lun away then."