<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2>
<h3>VOYAGE TO CHINA</h3>
<div class='cap'>SOON after this the time so long looked forward to
arrived—the time that I was to leave England
for China. After being set apart with many prayers
for the ministry of <span class="smcap">God</span>'s Word among the heathen
Chinese I left London for Liverpool; and on the 19th
of September 1853 a little service was held in the stern
cabin of the <i>Dumfries</i>, which had been secured for me by
the Committee of the Chinese Evangelisation Society, under
whose auspices I was going to China.</div>
<p>My beloved, now sainted, mother had come to see me
off from Liverpool. Never shall I forget that day, nor
how she went with me into the little cabin that was to
be my home for nearly six long months. With a mother's
loving hand she smoothed the little bed. She sat by my
side, and joined me in the last hymn that we should sing
together before the long parting. We knelt down, and
she prayed—the last mother's prayer I was to hear before
starting for China. Then notice was given that we must
separate, and we had to say good-bye, never expecting to
meet on earth again.</p>
<p>For my sake she restrained her feelings as much as
possible. We parted; and she went on shore, giving me
her blessing; I stood alone on deck, and she followed the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</SPAN></span>
ship as we moved towards the dock gates. As we passed
through the gates, and the separation really commenced,
I shall never forget the cry of anguish wrung from that
mother's heart. It went through me like a knife. I never
knew so fully, until then, what <span class="smcap">God</span> <i>so</i> loved the world
meant. And I am quite sure that my precious mother
learned more of the love of <span class="smcap">God</span> to the perishing in that
hour than in all her life before.</p>
<p>Oh, how it must grieve the heart of <span class="smcap">God</span> when He sees
His children indifferent to the needs of that wide world for
which His beloved, His only begotten <span class="smcap">Son</span> died!</p>
<div class='poem2'>
Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear;<br/>
Forget also thine own people, and thy father's house;<br/>
So shall the <span class="smcap">King</span> desire thy beauty:<br/>
For He is thy <span class="smcap">Lord</span>; and worship thou Him.<br/></div>
<p>Praise <span class="smcap">God</span>, the number is increasing who are finding out
the exceeding joys, the wondrous revelations of His mercies,
vouchsafed to those who follow Him, and emptying themselves,
leave all in obedience to His great commission.</p>
<p>It was on 19th September 1853 that the <i>Dumfries</i>
sailed for China; and not until 1st March, in the spring
of the following year, did I arrive in Shanghai.</p>
<p>Our voyage had a rough beginning, but many had
promised to remember us in constant prayer. No small
comfort was this; for we had scarcely left the Mersey when
a violent equinoctial gale caught us, and for twelve days we
were beating backwards and forwards in the Irish Channel,
unable to get out to sea. The gale steadily increased, and
after almost a week we lay to for a time; but drifting on
a lee coast, we were compelled again to make sail, and
endeavoured to beat on to windward. The utmost efforts
of the captain and crew, however, were unavailing; and
Sunday night, 25th September, found us drifting into<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</SPAN></span>
Carnarvon Bay, each tack becoming shorter, until at last
we were within a stone's-throw of the rocks. About this
time, as the ship, which had refused to stay, was put round
in the other direction, the Christian captain said to me,
"We cannot live half an hour now: what of your call to
labour for the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> in China?" I had previously passed
through a time of much conflict, but that was over, and it
was a great joy to feel and to tell him that I would not for
any consideration be in any other position; that I strongly
expected to reach China; but that, if otherwise, at any rate
the Master would say it was well that I was found seeking
to obey His command.</p>
<p>Within a few minutes after wearing ship the captain
walked, up to the compass, and said to me, "The wind has
freed two points; we shall be able to beat out of the bay."
And so we did. The bowsprit was sprung and the vessel
seriously strained; but in a few days we got out to sea, and
the necessary repairs were so thoroughly effected on board
that our journey to China was in due time satisfactorily
accomplished.</p>
<p>One thing was a great trouble to me that night. I was
a very young believer, and had not sufficient faith in <span class="smcap">God</span>
to see Him in and through the use of means. I had felt
it a duty to comply with the earnest wish of my beloved
and honoured mother, and for her sake to procure a
swimming-belt. But in my own soul I felt as if I could
not simply trust in <span class="smcap">God</span> while I had this swimming-belt;
and my heart had no rest until on that night, after all
hope of being saved was gone, I had given it away. Then
I had perfect peace; and, strange to say, put several light
things together, likely to float at the time we struck, without
any thought of inconsistency or scruple. Ever since, I
have seen clearly the mistake I made—a mistake that is
very common in these days, when erroneous teaching on<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</SPAN></span>
faith-healing does much harm, misleading some as to the
purposes of <span class="smcap">God</span>, shaking the faith of others, and distressing
the minds of many. The use of means ought not to
lessen our faith in <span class="smcap">God</span>; and our faith in <span class="smcap">God</span> ought not
to hinder our using whatever means He has given us for the
accomplishment of His own purposes.</p>
<p>For years after this I always took a swimming-belt with
me, and never had any trouble about it; for after the
storm was over, the question was settled for me, through
the prayerful study of the Scriptures. <span class="smcap">God</span> gave me then
to see my mistake, probably to deliver me from a great deal
of trouble on similar questions now so constantly raised.
When in medical or surgical charge of any case, I have
never thought of neglecting to ask <span class="smcap">God</span>'s guidance and
blessing in the use of appropriate means, nor yet of
omitting to give Him thanks for answered prayer and
restored health. But to me it would appear as presumptuous
and wrong to neglect the use of those measures
which He Himself has put within our reach, as to neglect
to take daily food, and suppose that life and health might
be maintained by prayer alone.</p>
<p>The voyage was a very tedious one. We lost a good
deal of time on the equator from calms; and when we
finally reached the Eastern Archipelago, were again detained
from the same cause. Usually a breeze would spring up
soon after sunset, and last until about dawn. The utmost
use was made of it, but during the day we lay still with
flapping sails, often drifting back and losing a good deal of
the advantage we had gained during the night.</p>
<p>This happened notably on one occasion, when we were
in dangerous proximity to the north of New Guinea. Saturday
night had brought us to a point some thirty miles off the
land; but during the Sunday morning service, which was
held on deck, I could not fail to notice that the captain<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</SPAN></span>
looked troubled, and frequently went over to the side of
the ship. When the service was ended, I learnt from him
the cause—a four-knot current was carrying us rapidly towards
some sunken reefs, and we were already so near that
it seemed improbable that we should get through the afternoon
in safety. After dinner the long-boat was put out,
and all hands endeavoured, without success, to turn the
ship's head from the shore. As we drifted nearer we
could plainly see the natives rushing about the sands
and lighting fires every here and there. The captain's
horn-book informed him that these people were cannibals,
so that our position was not a little alarming.</p>
<p>After standing together on the deck for some time in
silence, the captain said to me, "Well, we have done everything
that can be done; we can only await the result." A
thought occurred to me, and I replied, "No, there is one
thing we have not done yet." "What is it?" he queried.
"Four of us on board are Christians," I answered (the
Swedish carpenter and our coloured steward, with the
captain and myself); "let us each retire to his own cabin,
and in agreed prayer ask the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> to give us immediately
a breeze. He can as easily send it now as at sunset."</p>
<p>The captain complied with this proposal. I went and
spoke to the other two men, and after prayer with the carpenter
we all four retired to wait upon <span class="smcap">God</span>. I had a good
but very brief season in prayer, and then felt so satisfied that
our request was granted that I could not continue asking,
and very soon went up again on deck. The first officer,
a godless man, was in charge. I went over and asked him
to let down the clews or corners of the mainsail, which
had been drawn up in order to lessen the useless flapping
of the sail against the rigging. He answered, "What would
be the good of that?" I told him we had been asking
a wind from <span class="smcap">God</span>, that it was coming immediately, and we<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</SPAN></span>
were so near the reef by this time that there was not a
minute to lose. With a look of incredulity and contempt,
he said with an oath that he would rather see a wind than
hear of it! But while he was speaking I watched his eye,
and followed it up to the royal (the topmost sail), and
there, sure enough, the corner of the sail was beginning
to tremble in the coming breeze. "Don't you see the
wind is coming? Look at the royal!" I exclaimed. "No,
it is only a cat's-paw," he rejoined (a mere puff of wind).
"Cat's-paw or not," I cried, "pray let down the mainsail,
and let us have the benefit!"</p>
<p>This he was not slow to do. In another minute the
heavy tread of the men on the deck brought up the
captain from his cabin to see what was the matter; and he
saw that the breeze had indeed come. In a few minutes
we were ploughing our way at six or seven knots an hour
through the water, and the multitude of naked savages
whom we had seen on the beach had no wreckage that
night. We were soon out of danger; and though the
wind was sometimes unsteady, we did not altogether lose
it until after passing the Pelew Islands.</p>
<p>Thus <span class="smcap">God</span> encouraged me, ere landing on China's
shores, to bring every variety of need to Him in prayer,
and <i>to expect that He would honour the Name</i> of the <span class="smcap">Lord</span>
<span class="smcap">Jesus</span>, and give the help which each emergency required.</p>
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