A Sailor-Boy's Log-Book from Portsmouth to the Peiho by Walter White

Ho! for Canton -- The Bombardment commences -- Howling -- Our Landing -- The rough March -- Our first Brush with Johnny -- The Bivouac -- Our strange Position -- On Picket -- Shells and Rockets -- Hot Tea and no Sleep! -- What I thought about -- Come on, my Lads -- A nasty Hero -- The Rendezvous -- Our Advance -- Scaling the Walls -- Jamming a Frenchman -- Five Pounds for a Flag! -- Inside the Walls -- Wanton firing -- A Charge -- Wounded Natives -- Scorching Explosions -- Canton ours -- Marooning and Feasting -- Cries of Distress -- Chinese Girl -- A Rescue -- The Provost-marshal -- Stop! or I'll fire -- An Escape -- Horrid Prisons -- Yeh's Slaughter-ground -- Competitive Headsmen -- Mandarin Funeral -- A white Affair and rather jolly -- Body-guard and Musicians -- A Good Son -- On Board a Junk -- Return to our Ship.

A flag of truce went up to Canton a day or two ago, and its bearers reported that the Celestials appear to have made no preparations whatever. On December 12th the French squadron also steamed up; as they passed, we gave them three long and hearty cheers, which they readily returned.