Print Specifics:
- Type of print: Wood engraving, xylograph - Original German antique print
- Year of printing: not indicated in the print - actual: 1882
- Publisher: Leipzig, Heinrich Schmid & Carl Gunther
- Condition: 1-2 (1. Excellent - 2. Very good - 3. Good - 4. Fair). The print is slightly uneven.
- Dimensions: 9 x 12 inches (23 x 30 cm), including blank margins (borders) around the images.
- Paper weight: 2-3 (1. Thick - 2. Heavier - 3. Medium heavy - 4. Slightly heavier - 5. Thin)
- Reverse side: Blank
- Notes:
- Green color around the print in the photo is a contrasting background on which the print was photographed.
- Original Narrative:
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* The bar is passed, and we enter the Pei-ho. This river is a perfect
sea—an ocean—at this moment. The whole country, from the mountains of
Mongolia to the Gulf of Pd-chi-li, more than 10,000 square miles, is
under water, and 2,000,000 of the inhabitants ruined. Since the
beginning of this century' the province of Chi-li had never been so
cruelly tried. The Dragon passed by a multitude of villages, all more
or less submerged. Some men, squatted on the banks, were striving to
get a miserable subsistence by the help of some large nets, which they
plunged into the stream by means of a kind of rocker, and which they
drew- out again filled with a multitude of little fishes. The
country—at least the small proportion of it which is visible—the clear
and cloudless sky, the dry atmosphere, the willows, the fields of
maize, and tufts of rushes, made me fancy myself on the banks of the
Lower Danube. The houses even, which are all built of mud, have no
particular Chinese character. The men alone remind the traveller of the
distance which separates him from Europe.
The Pei-ho, so dreaded by sailors on account of the
continual shiftings of its current, is worse than ever at this moment.
A few days ago, one of the steamers coming down, struck on the flags of
the great highroad to Pekin, which is still under water! From one reach
to another we steam on, slowly enough, for the stream has endless
windings. At last, towards twelve o'clock, we perceive the spire of a
church; about twenty German, Norwegian, English, and Danish
sailing-ships, all dressed out with flags in honour of Sunday; and a
great yellow house, the English consulate. We are at
Tien-tsin. This most wearisome voyage is, therefore, at an end. Eight
days and seven nights making 750 miles!
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