<h2>CHAPTER XI</h2>
<h3>WITH THE REV. WILLIAM BURNS</h3>
<div class='cap'>AFTER the retaking of Shanghai by the Imperialists,
in February 1855, I was enabled to rent a house
within the walls of the native city, and gladly availed
myself of this opportunity to reside amidst the crowded
population left to inhabit the ruins that had survived the
war. Here I made my headquarters, though often absent
on more or less prolonged itinerations.</div>
<p>At the suggestion of the Rev. Dr. Medhurst, the veteran
leader of the London Mission, I was led at about this period
to adopt the native costume in preference to foreign dress,
to facilitate travel and residence inland. The Chinese had
permitted a foreign firm to build a silk factory some
distance inland, with the proviso that the style of building
must be purely Chinese, and that there should be
nothing external to suggest that it was foreign. Much
benefit was found to result from this change of costume;
and I, and most of those associated with me, have continued
to use native dress.</p>
<p>The T'ai-p'ing rebellion, commenced in 1851, had by
this time reached the height of its ephemeral success. The
great city of Nan-king had fallen before the invading host;
and there, within two hundred miles of Shanghai, the rebels
had established their headquarters, and proceeded to fortify<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</SPAN></span>
themselves for further conquests. During the summer of
1855 various attempts were made to visit the leaders of
the movement, in order to bring to bear some decidedly
Christian influence upon them; but so little success was
met with, that these efforts were abandoned.</p>
<p>I, amongst others, had sought to reach Nan-king; but
finding it impossible to do so, turned my attention again to
evangelistic work on the island of Ts'ung-ming. After
some time I was enabled so far to overcome the prejudice
and fears of the people as to rent a little house and settle
down in their midst. This was a great joy and encouragement
to me; but before many weeks were over complaints
were made by the local authorities to the British Consul,
who compelled me to retire; though the French Consul
had himself secured to the Romish missionaries a property
within three or four miles of the house I had to vacate.
Sorely tried and disappointed by this unexpected hindrance,
I reluctantly returned to Shanghai, little dreaming of the
blessing that <span class="smcap">God</span> had in store for me there.</p>
<p>A few months previously the Rev. William Burns, of
the English Presbyterian Mission, had arrived in that port
on his return journey from home; and before proceeding
to his former sphere of service in the southern province
of <span class="smcap">Fu-kien</span>, he had endeavoured, like myself, without
success, to visit the T'ai-p'ing rebels at Nan-king. Failing
in this attempt, he made his headquarters in Shanghai for
a season, devoting himself to the evangelisation of the surrounding
populous regions. Thus in the autumn of the
year I was providentially led into association with this
beloved and honoured servant of <span class="smcap">God</span>.</p>
<p>We journeyed together, evangelising cities and towns in
southern <span class="smcap">Kiang-su</span> and north <span class="smcap">Cheh-kiang</span>, living in our
boats, and following the course of the canals and rivers
which here spread like a network over the whole face of<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</SPAN></span>
the rich and fertile country. Mr. Burns at that time was
wearing English dress; but saw that while I was the
younger and in every way less experienced, I had the quiet
hearers, while he was followed by the rude boys, and by
the curious but careless; that I was invited to the homes
of the people, while he received an apology that the crowd
that would follow precluded his being invited. After some
weeks of observation he also adopted the native dress, and
enjoyed the increased facilities which it gave.</p>
<p>Those happy months were an unspeakable joy and
privilege to me. His love for the Word was delightful,
and his holy, reverential life and constant communings
with <span class="smcap">God</span> made fellowship with him satisfying to the deep
cravings of my heart. His accounts of revival work and
of persecutions in Canada, and Dublin, and in Southern
China were most instructive, as well as interesting; for
with true spiritual insight he often pointed out <span class="smcap">God</span>'s purposes
in trial in a way that made all life assume quite a
new aspect and value. His views especially about evangelism
as the great work of the Church, and the order of
lay evangelists as a lost order that Scripture required to be
restored, were seed-thoughts which were to prove fruitful in
the subsequent organisation of the China Inland Mission.</p>
<p>Externally, however, our path was not always a smooth
one; but when permitted to stay for any length of time in
town or city, the opportunity was well utilised. We were
in the habit of leaving our boats, after prayer for blessing,
at about nine o'clock in the morning, with a light bamboo
stool in hand. Selecting a suitable station, one would
mount the stool and speak for twenty minutes, while the
other was pleading for blessing; and then changing places,
the voice of the first speaker had a rest. After an hour or
two thus occupied, we would move on to another point at
some distance from the first, and speak again. Usually<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</SPAN></span>
about midday we returned to our boats for dinner, fellowship,
and prayer, and then resumed our out-door work
until dusk. After tea and further rest, we would go with
our native helpers to some tea-shop, where several hours
might be spent in free conversation with the people. Not
infrequently before leaving a town we had good reason to
believe that much truth had been grasped; and we placed
many Scriptures and books in the hands of those interested.
The following letter was written by Mr. Burns to his
mother at home in Scotland about this time:—</p>
<div class="blockquot">
<div class='right'>
"<span class="smcap">Twenty-five miles from Shanghai</span>,<br/>
<span style="margin-right: 2em;"><i>January 26th, 1856</i>.</span><br/></div>
<p>"Taking advantage of a rainy day which confines me to
my boat, I pen a few lines, in addition to a letter to Dundee,
containing particulars which I need not repeat. It is now
forty-one days since I left Shanghai on this last occasion.
A young English missionary, Mr. Taylor, of the Chinese
Evangelisation Society, has been my companion during these
weeks—he in his boat, and I in mine—and we have experienced
much mercy, and on some occasions considerable
assistance in our work.</p>
<p>"I must once more tell the story I have had to tell
already more than once—how four weeks ago, on December
29th, I put on the Chinese dress, which I am now wearing.
Mr. Taylor had made this change a few months before, and
I found that he was, in consequence, so much less incommoded
in preaching, etc., by the crowd, that I concluded it
was my duty to follow his example. We were at that time
more than double the distance from Shanghai that we are
now, and would still have been at as great a distance had
we not met at one place with a band of lawless people, who
demanded money and threatened to break our boats if their
demands were refused. The boatmen were very much
alarmed, and insisted on returning to some place nearer
home. These people had previously broken in, violently,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</SPAN></span>
a part of Mr. Taylor's boat, because their unreasonable
demand for books was not complied with.</p>
<p>"We have a large, very large, field of labour in this
region, though it might be difficult in the meantime for one
to establish himself in any particular place; the people
listen with attention, but we need the Power from on High
to convince and convert. Is there any spirit of prayer on
our behalf among <span class="smcap">God</span>'s people in Kilsyth? or is there any
effort to seek this spirit? How great the need is, and how
great the arguments and motives for prayer in this case.
The harvest here is indeed great, and the labourers are few,
and imperfectly fitted without much grace for such a work.
And yet grace can make the few and feeble instruments the
means of accomplishing great things—things greater than
we can even conceive."</p>
</div>
<p>The incident referred to in this letter, which led to our
return to Shanghai more speedily than we had at first
intended, took place on the northern border of <span class="smcap">Cheh-kiang</span>.
We had reached a busy market town known by
the name of Wu-chen, or Black Town, the inhabitants of
which, we had been told, were the wildest and most lawless
people in that part of the country. Such indeed we found
them to be: the town was a refuge for salt smugglers and
other bad characters. The following extracts are taken
from my journal, written at the time:—</p>
<div class='right'>
<i>January 8th, 1856.</i><br/></div>
<p>Commenced our work in Wu-chen this morning by distributing
a large number of tracts and some Testaments.
The people seemed much surprised, and we could not
learn that any foreigner had been here before. We
preached twice—once in the temple of the God of War,
and afterwards in an empty space left by a fire, which had
completely destroyed many houses. In the afternoon we
preached again to a large and attentive audience on the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</SPAN></span>
same site; and in the evening adjourned to a tea-shop,
where we had a good opportunity of speaking until it got
noised abroad that we were there, when, too many people
coming in, we were obliged to leave. Our native assistants,
Tsien and Kuei-hua, were able, however, to remain.
Returning to our boats, we spoke to a number of people
standing on a bridge, and felt we had abundant reason
to be thankful and encouraged by the result of our first
day's labour.</p>
<div class='right'>
<i>January 10th.</i><br/></div>
<p>First sent Tsien and Kuei-hua to distribute some sheet
tracts. After their return we went with them, and in a
space cleared by fire we separated, and addressed two
audiences. On our return to the boats for lunch, we
found people waiting, as usual, and desiring books. Some
were distributed to those who were able to read them; and
then asking them kindly to excuse us while we took our
midday meal, I went into my boat and shut the door.</p>
<p>Hardly was there time to pour out a cup of tea when a
battering began, and the roof was at once broken in. I
went out at the back, and found four or five men taking
the large lumps of frozen earth turned up in a field close
by—weighing, I should suppose, from seven to fourteen
pounds each—and throwing them at the boat. Remonstrance
was of no avail, and it was not long ere a considerable
part of the upper structure of the boat was broken to
pieces, and a quantity of earth covered the things inside.
Finally, Tsien got a boat that was passing to land him at a
short distance, and by a few tracts drew away the attention
of the men, thus ending the assault.</p>
<p>We now learned that of those who had done the
mischief only two were natives of the place, the others
being salt smugglers, and that the cause was our not
having satisfied their unreasonable demand for books.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</SPAN></span>
Most providentially no one was injured; and as soon as
quiet was somewhat restored, we all met in Mr. Burns's
boat and joined in thanksgiving that we had been preserved
from personal harm, praying also for the perpetrators
of the mischief, and that it might be over-ruled for good to
us and to those with us. We then took our lunch and
went on shore, and but a few steps from the boats
addressed a large multitude that soon assembled. We
were specially assisted; never were we heard with more
attention, and not one voice was found to sympathise with
the men who had molested us. In the evening, at the
tea-shops, the same spirit was manifested, and some
seemed to hear with joy the glad tidings of salvation
through a crucified and risen <span class="smcap">Saviour</span>.</p>
<p>As we came home we passed a barber's shop still open,
and I went in, and while getting my head shaved had an
opportunity of speaking to a few people, and afterwards
pasted a couple of sheet tracts on the wall for the benefit
of future customers.</p>
<div class='right'>
<i>January 11th.</i><br/></div>
<p>A respectable shop-keeper of the name of Yao, who on
the first or second day of our stay at Wu-chen had received
portions of the New Testament and a tract, came yesterday,
when our boat was broken, to beg for some more books.
At that time we were all in confusion from the damage
done, and from the earth thrown into the boat, and so
invited him to come again in a day or two's time, when
we would gladly supply him. This morning he appeared
and handed in the following note:—</p>
<p>"On a former day I begged Burns and Taylor, the two
'<i>Rabbis</i>,' to give me good books. It happened at that
time those of our town whose hearts were deceived by
<i>Satan</i>, not knowing the <i>Son of David</i>, went so far as to
dare to '<i>raca</i>' and '<i>moreh</i>' and injure your respected boat.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</SPAN></span>
I thank you for promising afterwards to give the books,
and beg the following: Complete New Testament, 'Discourse
of a Good Man when near his Death,' 'Important
Christian Doctrines,' an Almanack, 'Principles of Christianity,'
'Way to make the World happy,'—of each one
copy. Sung and Tsien, and all teachers I hope are well.
Further compliments are unwritten."</p>
<p>This note is interesting, as showing that he had been
reading the New Testament attentively, as the italicised
words were all taken from it. His use of "raca" and
"moreh" for reviling, shows their meaning was not lost
upon him.</p>
<p>After supplying this man, we went out with Tsien and
Kuei-hua to the east of the town, and spoke in the street
for a short time. Upon returning to the boats, I was
visited by two <span class="smcap">Chih-li</span> men, who are in the magistrate's
office here. I was greatly helped in speaking to them of
a crucified <span class="smcap">Saviour</span> in the Mandarin dialect; and though
one of them did not pay much attention, the other did,
and made inquiries that showed the interest he was feeling.
When they had left, I went on shore and spoke to the
people collected there, to whom Kuei-hua had been preaching.
The setting sun afforded a parable, and reminded one
of the words of <span class="smcap">Jesus</span>, "The night cometh, when no man
can work;" and as I spoke of the uncertain duration of
this life, and of our ignorance as to the time of <span class="smcap">Christ's</span>
return, a degree of deep seriousness prevailed that I had
never previously witnessed in China. I engaged in prayer,
and the greatest decorum was observed. I then returned
to my boat with a Buddhist priest who had been in the
audience, and he admitted that Buddhism was a system
of deceit that could give no hope in death.</p>
<div class='right'>
<i>January 12th.</i><br/></div>
<p>In the afternoon we addressed the people on shore<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</SPAN></span>
close to our boats, also in one of the streets of the city,
and in a tea-shop, books being distributed on each occasion.
In the evening we went as usual to speak in the
tea-shops, but determined to go to the opposite end of the
town, in order to afford those who lived there a better
opportunity of meeting with us. It was a long straggling
place, nearly two English miles in length. As Mr. Burns
and I were accustomed to talk together in Chinese, this
conclusion was known to those in the boats.</p>
<p>After we had proceeded a short distance we changed
our minds, and went instead to the usual tea-shop, thinking
that persons might have gone there expecting to meet us.
But this was not the case; and we did not find such serious
hearers as we had done on previous occasions. On this
account Mr. Burns proposed leaving earlier than usual, and
we did so, telling Tsien and Kuei-hua that they might remain
a little longer. Returning to the boats, we gave away
a few books; but, singularly enough, were left to go alone,
no one accompanying us, as is so generally the case. Instead
of being a clear night, as it was when we started, we found
that it had become intensely dark. On our way we met
the boatman, whose manner seemed very strange, and
without giving us any explanation he blew out the candle
of our lantern; we relighted the lantern, telling him not to
put it out again, when to our surprise he deliberately removed
the candle and threw it into the canal. He then
walked down along a low wall jutting out to the river's edge,
and gazed into the water.</p>
<p>Not knowing what was the matter with him, I ran
forward to hold him, fearful lest he were going to drown
himself; but to my great relief he came quietly back. In
answer to our repeated questions he told us not to speak,
for some bad men were seeking to destroy the boats,
and they had moved away to avoid them. He then<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</SPAN></span>
led us to the place where one of them was lying. Before
long Tsien and Kuei-hua came and got safely on board,
and soon after we were joined by the teacher Sung, and the
boat moved away.</p>
<p>The cause of all this disturbance was then explained.
A man professing to be the constable had come to the
boats in our absence, with a written demand for ten
dollars and a quantity of opium. He stated that there
were more than fifty country people (salt smugglers)
awaiting our reply in an adjoining tea-shop; and if we
gave them what they wanted, and three hundred cash to
pay for their tea, we might remain in peace; but that if
not, they would come at once and destroy our boats.
Sung told them that we could not comply with their
demand; for, not being engaged in trade, but only in
preaching and book-distribution, we had not an atom of
opium, and that our money was nearly all expended. The
man, however, told him plainly that he did not believe
him, and Sung had no alternative but to seek us out,
desiring the man to await our reply. Not knowing that
we had changed our plans, he sought us in the wrong
direction, and of course in vain.</p>
<p>In the meanwhile the boatmen had succeeded in
moving off. They were very much alarmed; and having
so recently had proof of what these men would do in open
daylight, felt no desire to experience what they might
attempt by night. Moving away, therefore, they had
separated, so that if one boat should be injured the other
might afford us a refuge. It was after this that we had
providentially met the boatman, and had been safely led on
board. As Sung repassed the place where we were previously
moored, he saw between the trees a dozen or more
men, and heard them inquiring where the boats had gone
to; but no one could tell. Fortunately they sought in vain.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>After a while the two boats joined, and rowed together
for some time. It was already late, and to travel by night
in that part of the country was not the way to avoid danger
from evil men; so the question arose as to what should be
done. This we left for the boatmen to decide; they had
moved off of their own accord, and we felt that whatever
we personally might desire we could not constrain others
to remain in a position of danger on our account. We
urged them, however, to do quickly whatever they intended
to do, as the morrow was the <span class="smcap">Lord's Day</span>, when we should
not wish to travel. We also informed them that wherever
we were we must fulfil our mission, and preach the Gospel;
it therefore made but little difference where we might stay,
for even if we passed the night unperceived, we were sure
to be found out on the following morning. The men consequently
concluded that we might as well return to the
place from which we had started; to this we fully agreed,
and they turned back accordingly. But—whether by accident
or no we could not tell—they got into another stream,
and rowed for some time they knew not whither. At last,
as it was very dark, they moored for the night.</p>
<p>We then called all the boatmen together, with our
native assistants, and read to them the ninety-first Psalm.
It may be imagined how appropriate to our position and
need and how sweetly consoling was this portion of <span class="smcap">God's</span>
Word:—</p>
<div class='poem2'>
"He that dwelleth in the secret place of the <span class="smcap">Most High</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Shall abide under the shadow of the <span class="smcap">Almighty</span>.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I will say of the <span class="smcap">Lord</span>, <i>He</i> is my refuge and my fortress:</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">My <span class="smcap">God</span>; in Him will I trust.</span><br/>
<br/>
"Surely He shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler,<br/>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</SPAN></span><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And from the noisome pestilence.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust:</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">His truth shall be thy shield and buckler.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Nor for the arrow that flieth by day.</span><br/>
<br/>
"Because he hath set his love upon Me, therefore will I deliver him.<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I will set him on high, because he hath known My Name.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I will be with him in trouble;—I will deliver him, and honour him.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">With long life will I satisfy him,—and show him My salvation."</span><br/></div>
<p>Committing ourselves in prayer to His care and keeping
Who had covered us with thick darkness and permitted
us to escape from the hand of the violent, we retired for
the night; which—thanks to the kind protection of the
<span class="smcap">Watchman of Israel</span>, who neither slumbers nor forgets
His people—we passed in peace and quietness, and were
enabled, in some measure, to realise the truth of that
precious word, "<i>Thou</i> art my <i>Hiding-place</i>, and my <i>Shield</i>."</p>
<div class='right'>
<i>Sunday, January 13th.</i><br/></div>
<p>This morning I was awakened about 4 <span class="smcap">A.M.</span> by violent
pain in the knee-joint. I had bruised it the day before,
and severe inflammation was the result. To my great
surprise I heard the rain pouring down in torrents, the
weather having previously been particularly fine. On looking
out, we found ourselves so near our former stopping-place,
that, had nothing happened to prevent it, we should
not have felt justified in neglecting to go into the town to
preach as usual; but the rain was so heavy all day that
no one could leave the boats. Thus we enjoyed a delightful
day of rest, such as we had not had for some time; and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</SPAN></span>
the weather prevented much inquiry being made for us.
Had the day been fine we should most likely have been
discovered, even if we had not left the boats. As it was,
we were allowed to think in peace, with wonder and
gratitude, of the gracious dealings of our <span class="smcap">God</span>, who had
thus led us apart into "a desert place" to rest awhile.</p>
<div class='right'>
<i>Monday, January 14th.</i><br/></div>
<p>A cloudless morning. One of the native assistants
went before daybreak to get some clothes which had been
given out for washing. He came back with the tidings
that, notwithstanding the drenching rain of yesterday, men
had been seeking us in all directions. We had been kept,
however, in peace and safety "under the shadow of the
Almighty."</p>
<p>The boatmen were now so thoroughly alarmed that
they would stay no longer, and moved off at dawn. I was
confined to my quarters by lameness, and had no alternative
but to go with them. In the afternoon we reached
Ping-wang, on the way to Shanghai.</p>
<div class='poem'>
"Ill that <span class="smcap">God</span> blesses is our good,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And unblest good is ill;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And all is right that seems most wrong,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">If it be His sweet will."</span><br/>
<br/><br/></div>
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