It is customary for the river craft to congregate in large numbers at night, for the sake of mutual protection against pirates. Thus, along the rivers, certain places have become mooring stations, to reach which the crews of junks bend every effort. At such places there are night-watchmen always walking the river bank, on the lookout for thieves, when they come from either land or water. We generally avoided these congregations, but, reaching Tung-tse toward sunset, we moored on the outskirt of the boats tiffany and co already there, Tiffany outlet and were soon shut in oh all sides by those which came after us.
A man has need to be deaf, or born a Chinaman, to endure with composure the ordeal of a night in such an assemblage. The din of a Chinese crowd is always great, but here it is as varied as terrible. The shoutings and invectives of the sailors, during the confusion of mooring, is soon mingled with the shrill notes of female voices. If each sailor makes more noise than his skipper, the wife of Marc Jacobs the latter makes more than all together. There seems to be an incessant quarrel about food, between the crew and Tiffany and co outlet their mistress, who reigns as supremely as shrewdly over the commissariat.