We were also watched by a fleet of men-of-war junks, and had some reason to suppose that we might have a brush with them.

In that event, I think our worst chance would have consisted in the enthusiasm with which the Chinese admiral, captains, and crews, would have fought to have put themselves in possession of such a prize as Jean.
While things were in this interesting position, I received orders to get under weigh, and run up the Canton river to Wampoa.

Off we set, escorted by the Chinese fleet of a dozen sail of junks.

The wind was against us, but we soon beat up to the Bogue, and passed, unharmed, the batteries, which, to use Lord Nelson's expression, Captain Maxwell had made to look very like a plum-pudding.

We had scarcely anchored at Second Bar, in the midst of the grand fleet of tea ships, when we were boarded by a host of Chinese mandarins and Hong merchants, wearing all the variety of buttons by which ranks are distinguished in that well-classified land.