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

The _Banterer's_ Deck -- An ugly Sight -- Sad Thoughts -- Saying their Say -- Jack's Opinion of the Admiral -- The Killed and Wounded -- What they killed each other for -- The Forts again -- Battering the _Banterer_ -- Long Tom -- Woe to the _Nimrod_ -- The last Shot -- Spare the Dead -- In we go again -- Chinaman's Triumph -- Night Work -- The British Flag and Sam Collinson -- Snarling Forts -- Burning the _Plover_ -- The Admiral's Thanks and Jack's Growl -- We return to Shanghai -- Sham Sympathisers.

Shortly after sunrise I awoke and looked vaguely around me, but soon remembered all that had taken place, and rose and got a drink of water. What a scene presented itself! Many a one at home in England, I thought, might have learnt a useful lesson could he have seen the sight. Lying in groups round the deck were the seamen and marines, bedaubed with mud; their hair all tangled; some shoeless, some without caps; few had retained their belts, and all looked miserable even in sleep. And to match the heap of men, there lay in ugly confusion broken muskets, spoiled and wasted ammunition, belts, pouches, cutlasses, and all the disheartening signs of a retreat; while from below came the groans of the wounded, and in many cases dying.