FROM SHANGHAI TO HONG-KONG.
Bad Weather.--Cold Weather.--Variety of Seamen.--The Ship's Accommodations.-- Hong-Kong.--Beautiful Scenery.--Old Acquaintances renewed.--Native and Foreign Population.
On board the Travancore, Christmas-Day, 1870.--Give us no more of the China Sea; give us, instead, the Pacific Ocean, the Sea of Japan, the Yellow Sea; give us any water, if it be not the Bay of Yeddo, and any Gulf, but the Gulf of Pe-chee-lee.
A bleak northeaster, with rain, wind, and darkness, drove us to the cabin as soon as we had parted with the Colorado. When, during the day, the decks dried, the winds grew higher and the seas rougher, and we have remained prisoners below, until the morning. This cold weather, on the verge of the tropics, is a surprise; the high winds compel the native shipping to hug the coast, and equally oblige foreign vessels to keep away from it. Thus, it has happened that we have seen neither ship nor coast, although a narrow sea divides the great island of Formosa on our left from the continent. Now that we are approaching Hong-Kong, we are surrounded with native craft.
We mark a new phase in this navigation. We found the seamen, on the Pacific mail-steamer China, chiefly Chinese; so they are in the coastwise trade of the Yellow Sea. This Chinese monopoly is broken here. At the ship's muster this morning, the ranks showed many variations of physiognomy, with all shades of dark