Newfoundland to Cochin China. By the Golden Wave, New Nippon and the Forbidden City ... With reports on British trade and interests in Canada, Japan and China by Col. H. Vincent. With ... illustrations

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NEWFOUNDLAND TO COCHIN CHINA. Page 9c TRAIN EMERGING FROM SNOW-SHED. NEWFOUNDLAND TO COCHIN CHINA BY THE GOLDEN WAVE, NEW NIPPON, AND THE FORBIDDEN CITY BY Mrs. HOWARD VINCENT AUTHORESS OF " 40,000 MILES OVER LAND AND WATER." WITH REPORTS ON BRITISH TRADE AND INTERESTS IN CANADA, JAPAN, AND CHINA By Col. HOWARD VINCENT, C.B., M.P. WITH NUMEROUS ILLUSTRATIONS LONDON SAMPSON LOW, MARSTON & COMPANY Limited §t. gnnstim'B Souse Fetter Lane, Fleet Street, E.C. 1892 [Ail rights reserved \ TO MY CHILD VERA IN THE HOPE THAT ONE DAY SHE MAY TRAVEL AS HER PARENTS HAVE DONE, AND WITH AS MUCH INSTRUCTION, AND ENJOYMENT. The favourable reception vouchsafed to "40,000 Miles over Land and Water " has induced me to yield to the kind wishes of many Friends and Constituents, and to record the impressions of my second circle round the world. Ethel Gwendoline Vincent. 1, Grosvenor Square. XHay 1892. CONTENTS.

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. British and American Trade in Canada . . 325 British Trade with Japan 337 British Interests in China LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. PAGE St. John's, Newfoundland ...... 3 Plan of a Manitoban Township ..... 53 The Ranche Pupil ........ 66 Howe Pass 70 Kananaskis Falls 73 Cascade Mountain, Banff .... 74 and 75 Bird's-eye View of Banff ...... 77 Bow Valley ......... 79 Banff Springs Hotel, Canadian National Park . . So The Pool, Hot Springs, Banff 81 Mount Stephen, the King ofthe Canadian Rockies . 85 Train emerging from Snow-shed . . . . -9° Great Glacier, Canadian Rockies ..... 92 The Loops 94 Frazer Canon -97 and 98 " A Little Mother " 129 The Red Lacquer Bridge, Nikko 139 Pagoda of the Temple at Nikko ..... 142 Mausoleum of Yeyasu . . . . . .144 An Imperial Garden, Tokio . . . . . 152 A Typhoon 1 59 Street of Enoshima, Japan List of Illn sirat ions.

XII PAGE My Carriage at Kioto 1S9 A Chinese Street 229 Our Home on the Peiho ...... 235 How I went to Peking ....... 241 A Gate of Peking 250 A Street in Peking . .261 Her Ladyship's Foot ....... 270 All that is seen of the Forbidden City .... 27S Homage to "The Son of Heaven " .... 280 The Great Wall . 295 Harbour of Hong-Kong . . . .... 305 Botanical Garden, Saigon ...... NEWFOUNDLAND TO COCHIN CHINA.

Chapter I. Our Premier Colony

Land in sight when I awake at 5 a.m., a grey streak across the oval of the port. With what intense satisfaction we gaze on the line of barren rock, which has a suspicion of green horizon on the summit of the grey cliffs, only those can picture who have been at sea for some time. Presently we glide past Cape Race, with its neat signal station on the cliffs, and know that in a few minutes the arrival of our ship, the Nova Scotian, will be signalled at St. John's. We see a few fish-curing sheds on the tiny bays of yellow sandj and some white specks that represent cottages. They are dreary little settlements, and near them the fishing-boats pass us, returning home 1; Neivfoundland to Cochin China. 2 after their rough night's work, for this is the inhospitable coast of Newfoundland, the Premier Colony of England.

As the morning wears on and the sun rises, it is a pretty scene. The great blue restless ocean, with its mighty Atlantic swell, lashing itself in spray and foam, with a long white line breaking and disappearing, re-appearing and dying against the bleak rock-bound coast. Sometimes the cliffs are formed of strata of grey lava or limestone, at others they are of rich red sandstone, colours that are intensified with the peculiar clearness of the atmosphere. Above all, there is a pure blue sky, with white clouds chasing each other and casting shadows along the coast. Now and again we pass large fishing luggers sailing swiftly by in the brisk breeze. Some have tawny orange or deep brown sails, others pure white ones, looking like wings spread in the sunlight, gliding swiftly and silently past. It is a rich bit of colouring to eyes tired and sad with the monotony of an impenetrable, all-surrounding line of sky and ocean.

The approach to St. John's is romantic. The barrier of cliffs still rises to larboard, without an apparent break or indentation, whilst they say that we shall be anchored at the wharf in ten minutes. Another scanning of the coast reveals at length two rocks rising higher than the others with a slight fall between them. The ship ploughs J along broadside, and until exactly opposite this opening. With a few final plungings, and last rollings and tossings, she is brought sharply round, and we face the harbour of St. John's. The great brown rocks, sparsely sprinkled with green, rise up forbidding our entrance, and inside these is St. John's, Newfoundland. another amphitheatre of granite against which the town of St. John's is built. The line of wharves forms a black foundation. The haven where we would be lies peaceful and blue in the midst.

The first sight of St. John's and the last, always include the twin red towers of the Roman Catholic Cathedral standing out on a platform above the town. ' B Now we are passing immediately under the cliffs, with which we make very near acquaintance as we go through the Narrows. To add to the diffi culties of this passage, there is a rock at the narrowest part called the Great Chain Rock, where in olden times a chain was fastened across the har bour to guard the entrance. Another and greater danger, a sunken rock, lies hidden under the smooth water. A gun is fired from the lofty signal station, to tell anxious hearts of the incom ing mail, and with a large part of the population of St. John's on the wharf (for they always gather to greet and speed the fortnightly steamer) we land in Newfoundland.

On the kind invitation of Lady O'Brien and the Governor, we are driven by Mr. Cecil Fane, his Excellency's aide-de-camp and able secretary, to Government House. This is a handsome stone building, looking more so amongst its surroundings of wooden houses, standing above the town in its own grounds. The view from the house into the open country is charming. In the far distance a range of purple mountains. Then patches of dark pine forests, alternating with green, park-like spaces. The Roman Catholic cemetery with its wooden crosses lying on a hillside. Beneath it in a basin, the little blue lake of Quidi Vidi, which plays such an important part in the social life of St. John's. Here they yacht and boat, fish and bathe in summer. In winter they use it to sleigh, skate, and toboggan on, but above all they hold their annual regatta here.

It is fixed for next week, and may be called the Epsom of Newfoundland. The population from all parts ofthe Island gathers to see it. In olden days each merchant chief had his yacht and crew of employes, and partisanship ran high, but now the races belong to the clubs in town, such as the Temperance, Athenæum, etc. In the afternoon the Hon. Augustus Harvey took us for a beautiful drive of twenty-eight miles across the Island. Who, seeing that bare rocky coast in the morning, would have believed that the interior of the Island could be so lovely ! We drove along a good macadamized road, passing the pretty white wooden houses with red roofs and neat palings, the country residences of the mer chants. Here is the one belonging to Mr. Baird of lobster fame. Each house has a flagstaff and floating flag ; indeed, St. John's is called the city of flags, for everyone who is anybody possesses one, and flies it proudly when in residence.

There are great clumps of purple iris growing wild by the roadside. We pass through many plantations of fir trees, junipers and larches. The great feature of Newfoundland scenery is water. It is every where. Flowing in rivulets, covered with reeds by the roadside, enclosed in hollows in the hills as lakes, hurrying from the mountains as a gushing torrent, protesting angrily in rapids and foam against the rocks in its course. It is the great feature and the great charm, and one-third of the Island is said to be water. In one drive you may count as many as two dozen lakes. At times, as you look round, the country reminds you of Scotland, with the purple blue mountains in the distance and the dark patches of fir trees. At others there is a marshy and barren bit of bog land, with cabins recalling the wilds of Connemara.

Then some scene in the Tyrol is brought before you ; high mountains and deep valleys filled with dense pine forests, a lake hidden in their midst. Frequently a chain of mountains has a similar chain of lakes winding at its base. These lakes are divided by a narrow isthmus of land, or con nected by flowing streams. They are full of fish of all descriptions. If England is the paradise for horses, this is the paradise for fishermen. Other sport can be obtained by the partridge-shooting in August and September. The partridges re semble Scandinavian ptarmigan. There are also wild deer to be had by stalking the mountains forty miles in the interior. We always think of Newfoundland as the land of fog, lobster, and cod, and know it best in con nection with the breed of Newfoundland dogs. This race is degenerating and threatened with extinction, and there are scarcely any good specimens of these beautiful and intelligent dogs left in the island.

But I think few have any idea what extremely beautiful scenery there is, and when there is no fog, the atmosphere is remarkable for extreme dryness and clearness, giving the most vivid colouring and the sharpest delineations to the mountains. This was the case to-day ; and as we drove to the Twenty Mile Lakes, so called because they are twenty miles round, I thought I had rarely seen brighter, prettier, or more varied landscape. The water of St. John's comes from these lakes, and they claim to have the purest supply of any town in the world. Instead of being bare and desolate, the country is green and smiling. There are a few widely scattered farm-houses, but as a whole not much cultivation is attempted. After a long ascent, we gain a glimpse of the sea. We have been driving across a narrow main land, from the ocean to the ocean, and before us, gleaming softly in the evening sunlight, is the beautiful Bay of Conception.

The surrounding cliffs are quite purple, the ocean is a golden sea broken up by green islands. Far below us is a cluster of houses, a fishing settlement, with a lobster factory and some flakes run out over the rocks. There are boats idly rocking at the quay, whilst others are catching bait for a fishing schooner, lying at anchor in the bay. They told us of one of the governors who was brought here within sight of this bay to die. He thought it so beautiful. So did we. Then we drove home quickly in the dusk, late for dinner, but charmed with the island. We found Sir Terence and Lady O'Brien j'ust arrived from a few days' cruise by the " Out-ports " on the coast. They give us wonderful descriptions of the grandeur of the scenery. The government steam yacht, in which they journeyed, will start with the judges on circuit in a few days.

Thursday, Aug. 6th. — We awoke to a lovely spring morning, with the breeze whispering amongst the trees, and the Union Jack flapping gently against the flagstaff in Government House garden. Spring has just come. Asparagus and peas are coming up in the garden, strawberries are ripening and the hay is ready to cut. We have gone back three months in our season. The climate of New foundland is abominable. The winter is inter minably long and severe, lasting from the begin ning of October to May. There are incessant fogs, which envelop everything in a cold damp pall. Nor is the island exempt from these fogs even during its short summer. The climate is also subject to extreme and rapid changes, from heat to cold, in a few hours. The summer has been unusually delayed this year, and had we come three weeks earlier, we should have seen an ice berg in the middle of the harbour.

Newfoundland is about the size of Ireland, or one-third more. Its population is some 200,000, but of this number 28,000 live at St. John's, which is therefore the centre of all life, commercial, political and social. The remainder of the popula tion is chiefly settled on the coast, in fishing villages called the " Out-ports," whilst the interior of the island is sparsely settled, and in some parts unexplored. The population is dwindling, and there is no immigration, of which they are jealous, as reducing the means already deficient of living, but there is emigration to Canada and the United States. The people are of English, Scotch and Irish descent, but those from England are chiefly from the west coast and Devonshire. The Premier, Sir William Whiteway, is a Devonian. And a curious little fact exemplifies this.

If you ask for cream, it is always Devonshire clotted cream that is brought. Newfoundland was the first of England's colonial possessions. Sebastian Cabot discovered the island in 1497, and claimed it for Henry VII. With the discovery of America, all nations came forward to claim a share, but it was England and France who chiefly engaged in the fisheries, which were then a source of great wealth. Sir Gilbert Humphrey and Sir Walter Raleigh annexed the island for Oueen Elizabeth. Even at that time 100,000/. worth of fish were annually exported. The ships left England in March, and returned in September, and these voyages formed a nursery for English seamen. In 1635 the French obtained permission from England to dry fish on the shores of Newfoundland. This may be said to have laid the beginning of the troubles which are now so active.

The island was kept in a deserted con dition by the merchant adventurers up to 1729. They persuaded the authorities at home that it was uninhabitable, in order that they might retain the fishing rights in their own hands. Masters of vessels were obliged to bring back to England each soul they embarked, under penalty of 100/. When at length this tyranny gave way, a governor sent from England, and the island colonized, the fishermen were still so poor as to be in complete subjection to the merchants under the "supplying system." This baneful "truck" practice begun so long ago, continues in use unto this day, with equally evil results. The only support of the fishermen (who form the bulk of the population) is fish. Upon the result of the fishing season the year's comfort and prosperity depend.

But this, to be done on a profitable scale, requires a considerable plant. There are only three classes in Newfoundland : the mer chants, the planters, and the fishermen. The last class are in durance to the first, through the medium ofthe planter. The planter obtains from the merchant the necessary outfit for the fisher men in clothes ancl goods, and this is sold on credit. On his return from the fisheries (the chief of which are off the Great Bank), he seizes the catch and repays himself, and the merchant, who dis poses of the fish. Thus the fishermen are kept in a hopelessly poor and dependent position. Of course, since our arrival, we have heard every side of this much-vexed Fishery Question. But at least we can now fully understand the " life and-death" importance of the question to the island, of the curtailment of their fishery grounds by the French shore dispute.

The life of the cod fish and lobster is the life of the Newfoundlanders, and to lessen their catch of fish is to lower pro portionately their already low standard of living. The question of the French obtaining bait and erecting lobster factories is discussed at every dinner table. Mr. Baird, by defying Sir Baldwin Walker, is called the village Hampden. They feel deeply the apparent want of sympathy of the Home Government, and indeed it cannot be easy for Her Majesty's Ministers to understand the vital interests involved in this dispute to the islanders without a personal visit to St. John's. We should like to have visited the disputed fishing shore off the islands of St. Pierre and Miquelon, but it lies 135 miles down the coast, and the only means of communication is by a fishing schooner.

We went sight-seeing in St. John's in the morning. Our first visit was to the adjacent square stone building, the House of Assembly. It is a miniature House of Commons, contained in a lofty room, with long windows. There is the Speaker's chair, the table, the ministerial and opposition benches, though the latter are only occupied by the eight members in opposition, whilst the ministerial benches boast a cohort of twenty-six, of whom all but two are said to be in receipt of an official salary. There is also a Legislative Council, or Upper House ; and an Executive Council, or Cabinet, which meets weekly at Government House. Sir William Whiteway, the Premier, returns by the next steamer from the Delegation to England, but his colleagues are here, and we meet them all. The Roman Catholic cathedral is the next most prominent building at St. John's. Its situation on a plateau high above the town, and facing the harbour, tells in its savour.

Inside the railed-off square there are four beautiful marble statues. The Cathedral is finely proportioned inside, and over the high altar there is a fine bas-relief representation of the Dying Christ. The more you travel, the more struck you are with the activity of the Church of Rome in all parts of the world, and particularly in the Colonies. We found it so in Australia and New Zealand. In Eastern and Central Canada the finest buildings in the cities are the Roman Catholic cathedrals. So it is at Ottawa, at Montreal (where they are build ing one with a dome after the model of St. Peter's), and at Halifax. Here it is the same. One wonders whence the money comes, and whether it is true that the Roman Catholics, with no State endowment, are more generous in the support of their religion than us Protestants.

We visited Bishop Power, for we hold a circular autograph letter from Cardinal Manning (my husband's godfather, now gone to his rest), written in Latin, and addressed to all the Archbishops, Bishops and Clergy of the Roman hierarchy in all parts of the globe. It ensures us a welcome from them everywhere. We then went to the English cathedral, which lies lower down in the city, and is a fine Gothic structure designed by Sir Gilbert Scott, but it presents a sorry contrast to the other, as there is a blank where the tower should be, and, save for a few stained glass windows, it is bare and undecor ated. There is a heavy debt of 20,000/. on the cathedral, to meet which several public-spirited gentlemen have banded together and insured their Newfoundland lo Cochin China. 14 lives in its favour.

They feel that they have made sufficient sacrifices, and that having built the fabric, it must be left to their sons to decorate it. Then we descended to Water Street. It is the principal street, lying parallel with the harbour, and a somewhat untidy and unsavoury avenue. It is a real descent to reach it, for the other streets climb up from it at right angles, and each one is a mountain to ascend. There is one cab-stand here for the whole town. The vehicles on it are of antiquated date, the seat for the driver dovetailing into a back seat for a passenger. There are frequent stand pipes ready for the fire brigade, who have stations with the horses standing ready under suspended collars, and all the new improvements. The pressure of water is so good that, with hoses attached, the jets will pass over the cathedral.

Thrice already destroyed by fire, St. John's now takes all human precautions. There are several banks, a fine hotel, from without at least, but which is said to defeat its exterior pro mise inside, a general hospital, penitentiary, orphan ages, sailors' homes, and a technical and high school. The education of the island is in a far advanced state, with compulsory and free education. The museum in the post office contains specimens of the marble, coal and gypsum found in the island. Newfoundland is rich in mineral wealth, and only requires capital for its development. We had a heavenly afternoon sor a tea picnic to Logy's Bay. Indeed the beautiful drives and expeditions seem endless, and Logy's Bay is only one ofthe many lovely coves and bays that indent the coast. We dip over the hill and look down on an exquisite little picture, with a blue bay surrounded by headlands of red and green cliffs, and the sea shimmering beyond.

Far away on the horizon there is a gleaming white pillar. It is a floating iceberg. We wish, oh ! so much, as we eat strawberries under the cliffs, that it was nearer to us. Before we descended into Logy's Bay, we knew that it contained a fishing settlement, by the pungent odours of highly flavoured fish that ascended to us, and over the bay there are many extended flakes. These flakes are formd by rough supports made of fir poles covered with branches of fir-trees. Each codfish is split, salted and laid open on these flakes. It takes six weeks of ex posure to cure the fish, and there is a good deal of labour involved. Each morning the cod must be laid out on the flake. Each evening it must be gathered in, stacked and covered with bark, to which stones are attached to keep it down. This fish is then exported to Roman Catholic countries like Spain, Brazil, Portugal, Austria and Italy, where it forms the staple of food for the poorer population on fast days.

It is worth about 2d. Newfoundland to Cochin China. per lb. The small boats that we see outside the bay, are busy collecting bait. The bait they obtain to catch the cod are caplin, herring and squid, according to the season. We have just missed seeing a lobster factory, as they closed by law on August 5th. The factory, it appears, only consists of an open shed and a stove. As the lobsters are only worth here about three shillings per hundred, it seems that a large profit, by ex porting them fresh, might be made in England. In returning, we drove round Lake Quidi-Vidi and on reaching the top of a hill looked down on a typical fishing settlement. The granite rocks of the coast shut it into a narrow cove, through which courses a stream that finds a narrow outlet to the ocean. The wooden houses are huddled together, finding foundations on and against the rocks, whilst the flakes are run out in all directions over the stream, and men and women are hard at work splitting, salting and drying the last arrived boat-load of fish.

There was a dinner party at Government House in the evening, where we met Lady Walker, wife of Sir Baldwin Walker, Mr. Bond, Mr. Harvey, and other members of the Government, as well as Mr. Morine, the leader of the opposition. The next day was Sunday, and we experienced a sudden and disagreeable change of climate. It was bitterly cold, and we were glad of fires. But we have not yet had a real Newfoundland fog. We are in great difficulty as to how to leave the island, and find ourselves steamer-bound. That tardy line, the Allan, has a fortnightly service via Halifax to St. John's, but we shall be obliged to take a cargo boat. Monday, August 10th. — A midnight embarkation on the Black Diamond Line s.s. Cobati, from the deserted wharves of St. John's. The donkey engine is at work all night, and in the cold grey of early dawn we slipped out of the harbour.

There ensued two days and nights of abject misery, only relieved by the sight of land at seven o'clock on Wednesday evening. We enter Glace Bay on the peninsula of Cape Breton. The channel entrance is so narrow that we executed some wonderful nautical manoeuvres before anchoring at the wharf. We are landing on a barren shore, the chief object of interest being a coal shoot with some trucks of coal on it. We are near the great Sydney coal mines, and the country is as bleak and desolate as our Black Country. The sun is sinking, but the air is warm and moist. We land at this uninviting place, and after some searchings amongst a half-dazed popula tion, who seem to show surprise, mingled with resentment, at our intrusion, we find a ramshackle C Newfoundland to Cochin China. country buggy, in which to drive fourteen miles to Sydney.

We are told the track is rough. The light is fast failing. There is only one narrow seat for the somewhat bulky driver and ourselves. For a moment I cannot see where I am to sit. But every second it is growing darker, and with no alternative I scrambled up, and fortunately being small, I was wedged in securely, and during the very rough drive was perhaps the less shaken. The four-year-old pony sorely tried my nerves at starting by shying, and turning sharp round — a fatal thing in these lockless buggies. Our good driver — the local constable — negotiated the worst places, the holes and rocks and frail wooden bridges, with great care, and saved us all he could. Still, we suffered severely. We passed the two great coal mines of Sydney which supply all the coal to Newfoundland, and much to Canada.

It is soft and dirty fuel. We saw the lights of the miners' cottages, and passed some of them returning with an electric lamp in their caps. On and on we drove. The twilight failed, and a pale crescent moon rose, but its dim light only added half-seen terrors to the road, as we drove through dusky pine forests and heard the rush of unseen waters, whilst the lamp of the luggage cart in advance looked like a will o'-the-wisp dancing up and down. On and on for what seemed like hours. No dwelling-places in sight, no human being seen, no sound heard, as we crossed in the darkness that isthmus of land between Glace Bay and Sydney. After a weary while we at last saw the welcome lights of Sydney, and drove into a sleeping village, only to be told that every room in the place was full. At length a priest and a commercial traveller, fellow-passengers from the steamer, found a room, which they gave up to me.

It was in a little public-house, but the bedroom was lighted by electricity ! We were up at 5 a.m., and in a torrent of rain drove to the station. The Intercolonial Railway only opened this new line from Sydney across Cape Breton eight months ago. It communicates with the magnificent harbour of Sydney and the exceedingly beautiful Bras d'Or Lakes. We travelled by the shores of several " guts," or inlets from the harbour. Then opens out the broad expanse of the lake itself, surrounded by mountains, along the foot of which we are creeping. The name Bras d'Or has such a pretty origin. When the French, in exploring Cape Breton, first saw the lake, it was autumn, and the shores were all golden in their autumnal glory ; hence they called it the Golden Arm. For miles we are pass ing along its shores, which the waters are gently lapping under a leaden sky, and the great mouhc tains covered with fir forests, rise gloomy and forbidding on the further shore, bathed in clouds and mists.

It is a beautiful, though depressing scene. The lake closes in, and its banks nearly meet at the Narrows, which the train crosses en an iron trestle bridge from one shore to the other. There is excellent fishing in this lake, and now that the railway has opened it up, it is sure to become known and largely visited. At the Straits of Canso, the contents of the train, including passengers, are embarked on a ferry, and cross the narrow strip of sea that divides Cape Breton from the mainland of Canada. We disembark in Nova Scotia.

Chapter II. The Maritime Provinces, And Through Lake And Forest To The

QUEEN CITY. A LONG railway journey. The light streaming into the berth of a sleeper of the Inter-colonial Railway awakes me, and a few minutes afterwards I emerge from between the curtains, to see the morning sun on the dancing waters of Bedford Basin, the land-locked harbour of Halifax. For about ten miles we are skirting this harbour before running into the town. Most people would agree in thinking Halifax a charming place. There is nothing in the primitive city, with its straight, narrow streets of wooden houses, most of which require a new coat of paint, to make it so. There are few public buildings worthy of notice. But the charm lies in its position on the peninsula of land, with the deep bend in the North-west Arm on one side, and Chebuctoo Bay on the other, leading into Bedford Basin.

Thus there is water on every side. Halifax has a large official society, and takes some pride in being thought very English in its habits and ways. It owes this to being the one military station left in Canada where there are British troops, and also to its harbouring a naval station, with a resident Admiral and three war-ships at anchor in the bay. The Lieut.- Governor also resides here, and so Halifax1 is full of official residences. Each province in Canada has a lieut.-governor, who receives the appointment for five years at the hands of the Governor- General, with a moderate salary and an official residence. He is generally some prominent and popular local man, who is thus rewarded for political services by the Premier of the day, who advises the representative of the Crown, and practically confers the post.