On the morning of the 25th April, 1853, the Palmer, a large American ship, was to be seen leaving the roadstead of Batavia, with all her canvas spread, to catch the soft land breeze, that came in aromatic wafts from off the Java shore.
Her commander, crew, and passengers were all on deck, looking towards the port they were leaving, with a gaze of intense anxiety. Two long twelve-pounder cannon were run out for a stern chase, and stout, rugged-looking seamen, were standing by with hands already blackened with powder: and there were other signs, which would seem to show a state of war, or the attack of some hostile sea rover. But it is neither war nor piracy, that is the cause of this ship's warlike trim.
There is a man on board, for whom this anxiety is shown ; for whom these guns are pointed. He has just come up from out of the ship's hold, where he has been lying hid for some tipie. He looks very pale, bleached by long, unchanging stay, within confining walls ; and this pallor contrasts strangely with thick, black hair on his head, and long, unsightly black hair on his lips ; but this is not his own ; his own lighter hair peers from beneath, and his strange-looking, ill-fitting garments do not seem to have been made for his person.
It would be easy to judge from this man's disguised costumeIt would be easy to judge from this man's disguised costume