<h2>CHAPTER X</h2>
<h3>FIRST EVANGELISTIC EFFORTS</h3>
<div class='cap'>A JOURNEY taken in the spring of 1855 with the
Rev. J. S. Burden of the Church Missionary Society
(now the Bishop of Victoria, Hong-kong) was attended with
some serious dangers.</div>
<p>In the great mouth of the river Yang-tse, distant some
thirty miles to the north of Shanghai, lies the group of
islands of which Ts'ung-ming and Hai-men are the largest
and most important; and farther up the river, where
the estuary narrows away from the sea, is situated the
influential city of T'ung-chau, close to Lang-shan, or the
Wolf Mountains, famous as a resort for pilgrim devotees.
We spent some time in evangelising on those islands, and
then proceeded to Lang-shan, where we preached and gave
books to thousands of the devotees who were attending an
idolatrous festival. From thence we went on to T'ung-chau,
and of our painful experiences there the following
journal will tell:—</p>
<div class='right'>
<i>Thursday, April 26th, 1855.</i><br/></div>
<p>After breakfast we commended ourselves to the care of
our Heavenly <span class="smcap">Father</span>, and sought His Blessing before proceeding
to this great city. The day was dull and wet. We
felt persuaded that Satan would not allow us to assail his
kingdom, as we were attempting to do, without raising<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</SPAN></span>
serious opposition; but we were also fully assured that it
was the will of <span class="smcap">God</span> that we should preach <span class="smcap">Christ</span> in this
city, and distribute the Word of Truth among its people.
We were sorry that we had but few books left for such an
important place: the result, however, proved that this also
was providential.</p>
<p>Our native teachers did their best to persuade us not to
go into the city; but we determined that, by <span class="smcap">God's</span> help,
nothing should hinder us. We directed them, however, to
remain in one of the boats; and if we did not return, to
learn whatever they could respecting our fate, and make all
possible haste to Shanghai with the information. We also
arranged that the other boat should wait for us, even if we
could not get back that night, so that we might not be
detained for want of a boat in case of returning later. We
then put our books into two bags, and with a servant who
always accompanied us on these occasions, set off for the
city, distant about seven miles. Walking was out of the
question, from the state of the roads, so we availed ourselves
of wheel-barrows, the only conveyance to be had in
these parts. A wheel-barrow is cheaper than a sedan, only
requiring one coolie; but is by no means an agreeable
conveyance on rough, dirty roads.</p>
<p>We had not gone far before the servant requested
permission to go back, as he was thoroughly frightened by
reports concerning the native soldiery. Of course we at
once consented, not wishing to involve another in trouble,
and determined to carry the books ourselves, and look for
physical as well as spiritual strength to Him who had
promised to supply all our need.</p>
<p>At this point a respectable man came up, and earnestly
warned us against proceeding, saying that if we did we
should find to our sorrow what the T'ung-chau militia were
like. We thanked him for his kindly counsel, but could<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</SPAN></span>
not act upon it, as our hearts were fixed, whether it were
to bonds, imprisonment, and death, or whether to distribute
our Scriptures and tracts in safety, and return unhurt, we
knew not; but we were determined, by the grace of <span class="smcap">God</span>,
not to leave T'ung-chau any longer without the Gospel, nor
its teeming thousands to die in uncared-for ignorance of
the Way of life.</p>
<p>After this my wheel-barrow man would proceed no
farther, and I had to seek another, who was fortunately not
difficult to find. As we went on, the ride in the mud and
rain was anything but agreeable, and we could not help
feeling the danger of our position, although wavering not
for a moment. At intervals we encouraged one another
with promises from the Scripture and verses of hymns.
That verse—</p>
<div class='poem'>
"The perils of the sea, the perils of the land,<br/>
Should not dishearten thee: thy <span class="smcap">Lord</span> is nigh at hand.<br/>
But should thy courage fail, when tried and sore oppressed,<br/>
His promise shall avail, and set thy soul at rest."<br/></div>
<div class='unindent'>seemed particularly appropriate to our circumstances, and
was very comforting to me.</div>
<p>On our way we passed through one small town of about
a thousand inhabitants; and here, in the Mandarin dialect,
I preached <span class="smcap">Jesus</span> to a good number of people. Never was
I so happy in speaking of the love of <span class="smcap">God</span> and the atonement
of <span class="smcap">Jesus Christ</span>. My own soul was richly blessed,
and filled with joy and peace; and I was able to speak
with unusual freedom and ease. And how rejoiced I was
when, afterwards, I heard one of our hearers repeating to
the newcomers, in his own local dialect, the truths upon
which I had been dwelling! Oh, how thankful I felt to
hear a Chinaman, of his own accord, telling his fellow-countrymen
that <span class="smcap">God</span> loved them; that they were sinners,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</SPAN></span>
but that <span class="smcap">Jesus</span> died instead of them, and paid the penalty
of their guilt. That one moment repaid me for all the
trials we had passed through; and I felt that if the <span class="smcap">Lord</span>
should grant <span class="smcap">His Holy Spirit</span> to change the heart of that
man, we had not come in vain.</p>
<p>We distributed a few Testaments and tracts, for the
people were able to read, and we could not leave them
without the Gospel. It was well that we did so, for when
we reached T'ung-chau we found we had quite as many left
as we had strength to carry.</p>
<p>Nearing the end of our journey, as we approached the
western suburb of the city, the prayer of the early
Christians, when persecution was commencing, came to my
mind: "And now, <span class="smcap">Lord</span>, behold their threatenings, and
grant unto Thy servants that with all boldness they may
speak Thy Word." In this petition we most heartily
united. Before entering the suburb we laid our plans, so
as to act in concert, and told our wheel-barrow men
where to await us, that they might not be involved in
any trouble on our account. Then looking up to our
Heavenly <span class="smcap">Father</span>, we committed ourselves to His keeping,
took our books, and set on for the city.</p>
<p>For some distance we walked along the principal street
of the suburb leading to the West Gate unmolested, and
were amused at the unusual title of <i>Heh-kwei-tsi</i> (black
devils) which was applied to us. We wondered about it
at the time, but afterwards found that it was our clothes,
and not our skin, that gave rise to it. As we passed
several of the soldiers, I remarked to Mr. Burdon that
these were the men we had heard so much about, and that
they seemed willing to receive us quietly enough. Long
before we reached the gate, however, a tall powerful man,
made tenfold fiercer by partial intoxication, let us know
that all the militia were not so peaceably inclined, by seizing<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</SPAN></span>
Mr. Burdon by the shoulders. My companion endeavoured
to shake him off. I turned to see what was the matter,
and at once we were surrounded by a dozen or more brutal
men, who hurried us on to the city at a fearful pace.</p>
<p>My bag now began to feel very heavy, and I could not
change hands to relieve myself. I was soon in a profuse
perspiration, and was scarcely able to keep pace with them.
We demanded to be taken before the chief magistrate, but
were told that they knew where to take us, and what to do
with such persons as we were, with the most insulting
epithets. The man who first seized Mr. Burdon soon afterwards
left him for me, and became my principal tormentor;
for I was neither so tall nor so strong as my friend, and
was therefore less able to resist him. He all but knocked
me down again and again, seized me by the hair, took hold
of my collar so as to almost choke me, and grasped my
arms and shoulders, making them black and blue. Had
this treatment continued much longer, I must have fainted.
All but exhausted, how refreshing was the remembrance of
a verse quoted by my dear mother in one of my last home
letters—</p>
<div class='poem'>
"We speak of the realms of the blest,<br/>
That country so bright and so fair,<br/>
And oft are its glories confessed;<br/>
But what must it be to be there!"<br/></div>
<div class='unindent'>To be absent from the body! to be present with the <span class="smcap">Lord</span>!
to be free from sin! And this is the end of the worst that
man's malice can ever bring upon us.</div>
<p>As we were walking along Mr. Burdon tried to give
away a few books that he was carrying, not knowing
whether we might have another opportunity of doing so;
but the fearful rage of the soldier, and the way he insisted
on manacles being brought, which fortunately were not at<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</SPAN></span>
hand, convinced us that in our present position we could
do no good in attempting book-distribution. There was
nothing to be done but quietly to submit, and go along
with our captors.</p>
<p>Once or twice a quarrel arose as to how we should be
dealt with; the more mild of our conductors saying that
we ought to be taken to the magistrate's office, but others
wishing to kill us at once without appeal to any authority.
Our minds were kept in perfect peace; and when thrown
together on one of these occasions, we reminded each other
that the Apostles rejoiced that they were counted <i>worthy</i>
to suffer in the cause of <span class="smcap">Christ</span>. Having succeeded in
getting my hand into my pocket, I produced a Chinese
card (if the large red paper, bearing one's name, may be so
called), and after this was treated with more respect. I
demanded it should be given to the chief official of the
place, and that we should be led to his office. Before this
we had been unable, say what we would, to persuade them that
we were foreigners, although we were both in English attire.</p>
<p>Oh the long weary streets that we were dragged through!
I thought they would never end; and seldom have I felt
more thankful than when we stopped at a place where we
were told a mandarin resided. Quite exhausted, bathed in
perspiration, and with my tongue cleaving to the roof of
my mouth, I leaned against the wall, and saw that Mr.
Burdon was in much the same condition. I requested
them to bring us chairs, but they told us to wait; and
when I begged them to give us some tea, received only
the same answer. Round the doorway a large crowd
had gathered; and Mr. Burdon, collecting his remaining
strength, preached <span class="smcap">Christ Jesus</span> to them. Our cards and
books had been taken in to the mandarin, but he proved to
be one of low rank, and after keeping us waiting for some
time he referred us to his superiors in office.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Upon hearing this, and finding that it was their purpose
to turn us out again into the crowded streets, we positively
refused to move a single step, and insisted on chairs being
brought. After some demur this was done; we seated
ourselves in them, and were carried on. On the road we
felt so glad of the rest which the chairs afforded us, and so
thankful at having been able to preach <span class="smcap">Jesus</span> in spite of
Satan's malice, that our joy was depicted on our countenances;
and as we passed along we heard some say that we
did not look like bad men, while others seemed to pity us.
When we arrived at the magistrate's office, I wondered
where we were being taken; for though we passed through
some great gates that looked like those of the city wall, we
were still evidently within the city. A second pair of
gates suggested the idea that it was a prison into which we
were being carried; but when we came in sight of a large
tablet, with the inscription "<i>Ming chï fu mu</i>" (the father and
mother of the people), we felt that we had been conveyed
to the right place; this being the title assumed by the
mandarins.</p>
<p>Our cards were again sent in, and after a short delay we
were taken into the presence of Ch'en Ta Lao-ie (the Great
Venerable Father Ch'en), who, as it proved, had formerly
been Tao-tai of Shanghai, and consequently knew the
importance of treating foreigners with courtesy. Coming
before him, some of the people fell on their knees and
bowed down to the ground, and my conductor motioned
for me to do the same, but without success. This
mandarin, who seemed to be the highest authority of
T'ung-chau, and wore an opaque blue button on his cap,
came out to meet us, and treated us with every possible
token of respect. He took us to an inner apartment, a
more private room, but was followed by a large number
of writers, runners, and other semi-officials. I related the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</SPAN></span>
object of our visit, and begged permission to give him copies
of our books and tracts, for which he thanked me. As I
handed him a copy of the New Testament with part of
the Old (from Genesis to Ruth) and some tracts, I tried
to explain a little about them, and also to give him a brief
summary of our teachings. . . . He listened very attentively,
as of course did all the others present. He then ordered
some refreshments to be brought in, which were very
welcome, and himself partook of them with us.</p>
<p>After a long stay, we asked permission to see something
of the city, and to distribute the books we had brought,
before our return. To this he kindly consented. We then
mentioned that we had been most disrespectfully treated as
we came in, but that we did not attach much importance
to the fact, being aware that the soldiers knew no better.
Not desiring, however, to have such an experience repeated,
we requested him to give orders that we were not to be
further molested. This also he promised to do, and with
every possible token of respect accompanied us to the door
of his official residence, sending several runners to see that
we were respectfully treated. We distributed our books
well and quickly, and left the city quite in state. It was
amusing to us to see the way in which the runners made
use of their tails. When the street was blocked by the
crowd, they turned them into whips, and laid them about
the people's shoulders to right and left!</p>
<p>We had a little trouble in finding our wheel-barrows;
but eventually succeeding, we paid off the chair coolies,
mounted our humble vehicles, and returned to the river,
accompanied for fully half the distance by an attendant
from the magistrate's office. Early in the evening we got
back to the boats in safety, sincerely thankful to our
Heavenly <span class="smcap">Father</span> for His gracious protection and aid.</p>
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