My Life in China and America — Inside the Classic
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st beginning to grow, my parents, anticipating that it might soon assume the proportions of a tidal wave, thought it worth while to take time by the forelock and put one of their sons to learning English that he might become one of the advanced interpreters and have a more advantageous position from which to make his way into the business and diplomatic world. This I take to be the chief aim that influenced my parents to put me into Mrs. Gutzlaff’s Mission School. As to what other results or sequences it has eventually brought about in my subsequent life, they were entirely left to Him who has control of all our devising and planning, as they are governed by a complete system of divine laws of antecedents and consequents, or of cause and effect.
In 1835, when I was barely seven years of age, my father took me to Macao. Upon reaching the school, I was brought before Mrs. Gutzlaff. She was the first English lady I had ever seen. On my untutored and unsophisticated mind she made a deep impression. If my memory serves me right, she was somewhat tall and well-built. She had prominent features which were strong and assertive; her eyes were of clear blue lustre, somewhat deep set. She had thin lips, supported by a square chin,--both indicative of firmness and authority. She had flaxen hair and eyebrows somewhat heavy. Her features taken collectively indicated great determination and will power.
As she came forward to welcome me in her long and full flowing white dress (the interview took place in the summer), surmounted by two large globe sleeves which were fashionable at the time and which lent her an exaggerated appearance, I remember most vividly I was no less puzzled than stunned. I actually trembled all over with fear at her imposing proportions--having never in my life seen such a peculiar and odd fashion. I clung to my father in fear. Her kindly expression and sympathetic smiles found little appreciative response at the outset, as I stood half dazed at her personality and my new environment. For really, a new world had dawned on me. After a time, when my homesickness was over and the novelty of my surroundings began gradually to wear away, she completely won me over through her kindness and sympathy. I began to look upon her more like a mother. She seemed to take a special interest in me; I suppose, because I was young and helpless, and away from my parents, besides being the youngest pupil in the school. She kept me among her girl pupils and did not allow me to mingle with what few boys there were at the time.
There is one escapade that I can never forget! It happened during the first year in the school, and was an attempt on my part to run away. I was shut up in the third story of the house, which had a wide open terrace on the top,--the only place where the girls and myself played and found recreation. We were not allowed to go out of doors to play in the streets. The boy pupils had their quarters on the ground floor and had full liberty to go out for exercise. I used to envy them their freedom and smuggled down stairs to mingle with them in their sports after school hours. I felt ill at ease to be shut up with the girls all alone way up in the third story. I wanted to see something of the outside world. I occasionally stole down stairs and ventured out to the wharves around which were clustered a number of small ferry boats which had a peculiar fascination to my young fancy. To gain my freedom, I planned to run away. The girls were all much older than I was, and a few sympathized with me in my wild scheme; doubtless, from the same restlessness of being too closely cooped up. I told them of my plan. Six of the older ones fell in with me in the idea. I was to slip out of the house alone, go down to the wharf and engage a covered boat to take us all in.
Yung Wing’s memoir opens with a boyhood in a Chinese village, but the structure quickly becomes a series of departures and returns. The first five chapters cover his early education and journey to America; the sixth begins with his reentry into China after eight years abroad. This pattern of movement—geographic, cultural, and professional—shapes the entire narrative. The preface signals that the book is organized around an educational scheme, but the text itself is filled with detours: a voyage on a Nantucket bark, a visit to the Taipings, an investigation of coolie traffic in Peru. These episodes are not digressions; they are the means by which Yung Wing tests his loyalties and his plans.
A Life in Transit
The memoir’s structure is built on journeys. Yung Wing’s first trip to America takes him from Hong Kong to Monson, Massachusetts, by way of a sailing ship. Later, he returns to China via Panama and San Francisco, deliberately choosing a route that would let him circumnavigate the globe. The description of the bark Ida de Rogers is typical: the vessel is an “old tub,” the captain profane, the food inedible. Yet Yung Wing records these hardships with a precise, almost ethnographic eye. He notes the captain’s Nantucket origins, the cook’s incompetence, and the six-year-old boy’s mastery of profanity. These details do more than entertain; they establish a pattern of observation that recurs throughout the book. Whether he is negotiating with Chinese officials or enduring a Pacific crossing, Yung Wing remains a careful witness to the particulars of each scene.
The Texture of Bureaucracy
Yung Wing’s encounters with authority are marked by a similar attention to procedure and protocol. When he offers to serve as a courier during the Civil War, the governor thanks him but insists he return to his government commission. The exchange is brief, but it reveals the careful balance Yung Wing maintains between his Chinese mission and his American sympathies. Later, his interviews with Tsang Kwoh Fan are described with an eye to rank, setting, and the precise wording of proposals. The memoir does not dramatize these meetings; instead, it presents them as a series of negotiations, each with its own logic. The result is a portrait of a man who moves between worlds not by abandoning one for the other, but by learning the rules of each.
Recurring Images of Discomfort
Throughout the memoir, physical discomfort serves as a recurring motif. The salted mackerel on the Ida de Rogers is only one instance. Earlier, Yung Wing describes the cramped quarters on a coast steamer, the heat of the Isthmus crossing, and the monotony of shipboard life. These details are not incidental; they ground the narrative in bodily experience. Even the machinery he buys for the Chinese government is described in terms of its physical journey—shipped around the Cape of Good Hope while he travels in the opposite direction. The discomforts of travel become a way of measuring distance, both literal and cultural. They remind the reader that Yung Wing’s project is not an abstract idea but a series of concrete, often uncomfortable, acts.
The Educational Scheme as a Thread
The preface states that the book is devoted to “the working out of my educational scheme,” and that scheme does provide a narrative thread. But the memoir’s structure is episodic, not linear. The scheme is proposed, pursued, interrupted, and partially revived. Yung Wing does not claim success; he notes that the Educational Commission was ended and the students recalled. Yet he also records that some of those students later became leading statesmen. The book ends not with a triumphant conclusion but with a sense of ongoing effort. The final chapters include a journey to Peking and the death of his wife, events that are presented without sentimentality. The memoir closes as it began: with a man in motion, still negotiating between two worlds.
Readers should pay attention to the way Yung Wing uses specific details—the taste of half-baked corn cakes, the profanity of a six-year-old, the exact route of a voyage—to build a world that is neither fully Chinese nor fully American. The memoir is not a straightforward argument for reform; it is a record of the small, concrete decisions that reform requires. Treat each chapter as a separate scene, and watch how the narrator’s voice shifts between the formal and the observational. The book rewards patience with its accumulation of precise, unglamorous evidence.
Reading Yung Wing’s memoir, I kept thinking of how his crossings—village to Yale, back to a homeland that felt half-strange—left him suspended between worlds. That ache of belonging nowhere reminded me of another voice, quieter and older, in The captivity, sufferings, and escape of James Scurry Who was detained a prisoner during ten years, in the dominions of Hyder Ali and Tippoo Saib — Edition Insights. Both men returned changed, carrying a country inside them that no one else quite saw.
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