But of course the weather today was but a gentle zephyr compared to the typhoons that have devastated Hong Kong before. It is a good thing in retrospect that the first colonials did not pack their bags in the summer of 1841 when a huge typhoon had swept aside the matshed huts like houses of cards. It was not an ill portent, but rather a terrifying experience that strengthened them for things to come.
Still, one cannot help but feel pity for Doctor Benjamin Lincoln Ball, writing in his Diary of a Hong Kong Doctor, from his recollection of a typhoon in those early days, living in what we'd generously call today, rustic accommodation:
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The night has been fearful, and one that I shall not soon forget. I could not sleep in the noise of so much clatter and crash till past
I arose this morning at eight, and, in returning home, was wet by a driving rain. It was so dark at Mr. Drinker's that we had lights on the table at breakfast, although at nine o-clock in the forenoon. All here had been terrified, and many fears entertained for the safety of the house. The doors and windows were barricaded, and required at times the united strength of all. The garden was in ruins. Plantain-trees were broken down, other trees, nearly destroyed, and flower pots were strewed about and broken up. The water in the harbour had torn and washed up into the garden large stones from the sea-wall; the walks had caved away, etc.
I walked out with a friend to see what havoc had been made elsewhere. We found the shore lined with wrecks of Chinese junks. Vessels were dismasted, and some were on shore. The bodies of drowned Chinamen were being carried away on boards. Sides of buildings were blown out, and the water near the shore was full of spars and drift-wood of various kinds. The slight bamboo houses were in ruins, while those more strongly built exhibited, more or less, evidences of the storm. Captains Watson and McLacklan walked down the shore, looking for their vessels, but could not anywhere identify them. Last night at the hotel they were quite anxious to get off to them, but no boat could be hired to hazard the attempt, and the Chinese boats were all on the opposite shore. Captain Clarkson of the Chicaora, is here this eve. He saved eighteen Chinamen from a boat containing eighty, which drifted upon him in the night. To save one of them he descended by a rope into the water, and, by a rope fastened to the body of the drowning man, drew him up. They had specie and opium on board, all of which was lost."
Very sobering stuff, Dr. Ball. Speaking of which though, might your reference to Mr. Drinker mean your whole account is an allegory about the dangers of over-indulgence?
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