The Japanese Journal of American Studies, No. 25 (2014)
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“We Must Learn Foreign Knowledge”:
The Transpacific Education of a Samurai Sailor,
1864–1865

Gavin James Campbell*

Introduction
Despite beatings and even the threat of execution, Niijima Shimeta
decided he had to get out of Japan.1 He was twenty-one and frustrated.
Eleven years earlier Commodore Matthew Perry’s “black ships” had barged
into Uraga Bay, and ever since then Niijima had watched as giant foreign
vessels of trade and war floated freely in and out, an endless provocation. “Iwant to do Western studies because Japan is surrounded by the sea,” hevowed. “I want to contribute to improving our abilities in the art ofnavigation so that in times of peace we can conduct trade with many othernations, and in times of war we can defend ourselves.”2 He rushed into the
shogun’s new naval school in Edo and nearly ruined his health studying thewonders of deep-sea navigation, but the government also decided to keep its
ban on foreign travel. Teaching seafaring while barring transpacificvoyaging: this kind of contradictory, confused response to the world madeNiijima writhe. He was tired of arguing with friends and elders. He wanted
to do something. “While I am burning with desire to be useful to my country,
the government is doing the poorest job,” he fumed. “The country is sinking
further and further into confusion.”3 With little hope things would improve,*Professor, Doshisha University

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Niijima Shimeta decided he would defy his grandfather, his father, his lord,
and the very shogun himself. If Westerners had arrived on ships, he reasoned,
he could leave on one.
In 1864 he traveled to Hakodate, a new treaty port where foreign ships
clustered. Not long after, an American captain agreed to stow him aboard
for the run to Shanghai and then on to Boston. Leaving Japan without
permission was still a capital offense, so near midnight a friend quietly
rowed him out on the dark sea and toward the bobbing brig. Sailors pulled
him aboard, sealed him in an airless cabin, and there he waited for sunrise.
As morning breezes pushed the Berlin out of Hakodate, Niijima wondered
if he could ever return. “I deeply worry about our country’s future, to which
there is nothing I would not give,” he wrote his brother. “I know that causing
one’s parents great heartache for a long time is unthinkable and unforgivable.
I do hope, however, that once I have achieved my goals and then do my full
duty to our lord and to father that it might amount to a small atonement.”4
For the time being, however, it all depended on canvas, ropes, wood, andwind.
Intent on his destination, Niijima Shimeta had spent little time thinkingof the journey. He certainly had not imagined a year tumbling on the seas.
Niijima’s biographers, likewise, have passed lightly over his maritime
service, eager instead to gauge the influences of his years at Phillips
Academy, Amherst College, and Andover Seminary. We have mostly
rephrased the scanty notes he kept during his voyage and waited for action
to resume in Boston harbor.5 Yet seafaring was a startling change from
Niijima’s familiar routine. The long voyages, peculiar language, cramped
quarters, and frequent dangers forced everyone on board to adapt, but
Niijima even more so. Off came his Japanese clothes, into the deep went hislong hair, and by the time he reached Boston both his swords—the very
symbol of his samurai rank—had left his hands forever. He pitched theancient gods overboard and pledged his soul to Christ. He even got a new
name: Joe. “I am no longer the old Shimeta,” he told his father. “Had I
stayed home I would have believed the small place where I lived was thewhole world.”6 By the time he reached Boston he had ventured farther fromhome than anyone in his family for a millennium. That kind of adventurenecessarily shaped a man.
Yet more than being just one traveler’s tale, the story of Niijima’s voyage
puts ships and sailors back at the center of early Japan-US contact. The first
Americans treading Japanese soil were, after all, neither diplomats nor
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naval engineers and navigation experts made transpacific voyaging both
possible and profitable. “The Japan seas will soon be covered with ourvessels,” Commodore Perry told Japanese officials in 1853, which is one
reason why the US government entrusted treaty negotiations to a Navy
officer.7 Obviously, naval technology and trade networks brought the UnitedStates and Japan into direct contact. But sailors pioneered that transpacificrelationship. Thousands strutted through port towns every year; often they
were the only Americans most Japanese in the 1860s would ever meet.
From a distance these sailors looked American enough, but in fact large
fissures separated them from society at home. Politicians, merchants, andreformers struggled to bridge the gaps, but seafaring life could not always
fit familiar patterns. Sailors lived mobile lives in hybrid transnational
spaces. Thus, while Niijima’s courage and curiosity eased his transition
from Hakodate to Boston, so, too, did living in a maritime society that firstmet him on his side of the Pacific.8

Escaping the Tiger’s Mouth
The journey did not begin well. After he scrambled aboard the Berlin in
Hakodate, Niijima’s adrenalin soon wore off, and life as a green-hand sailor
bruised his samurai pride. For the first time in his life he washed his own
clothes. Humiliated, he tried convincing himself that “even such hardships
will eventually do me some good,” but he was not sure how.9 Then he madean enemy of the ship’s Chinese steward. One day Niijima threw dirty
dishwater overboard and watched helplessly as a spoon sailed into the deep,
too. Unable to decipher the steward’s shouted scramble of English andChinese, he nevertheless sensed he had tossed away some treasure andrisked a beating. Niijima summoned every English word he knew, begged
the captain for mercy, and thrust forward all his Japanese money. Captain
Savory merely chuckled and resumed his work. Made the fool, Niijima spat,“I swear someday I will be in a position to treat that steward like a dog or apig!”10 In the meantime, however, he still had to obey orders.
He could barely speak English, and all the nautical terms jangled hisbrain. Captain Savory helped when he could, pointing at objects and saying
their names over and over, but more important duties kept him busy. An
American passenger stepped in but soon grew impatient, then irritable, andfinally exploded. He grabbed Niijima’s “nose and jaw and opened mymouth and told me, ‘Say, do!’11 This was simply too much. Niijima rushed
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maritime world he did not understand, Niijima retreated to this comforting
reminder of his social rank and competence. Its heft anchored him longenough that he paused. “I may possibly meet still harder trials hereafter,” hethought; “if I cannot bear this now, how can I expect to meet a serious one?”Abandoning old instincts, he resolved to “never resort to my sword for any
causes.”12 The unsuspecting tutor lived another day, and the sailing samurai
continued toward Shanghai.
As if to seal his vow, Niijima cut his topknot. He snipped tentatively the
first time, but about a week later he trimmed again, this time more daringly.
He kept a few strands as a keepsake and threw the remainder into the sea.
“Take this to my parents,” he told the waters, “and bring me home, too, once
I’ve completed my studies.”13 He put on the trousers and coat Captain
Savory gave him and donned a sailor’s tarpaulin cap. “You look like a
Frenchman,” a sailor told him, and Niijima’s elation rose “higher than
Mount Fuji.”14 With his swords stashed away, his topknot gone, and his
Japanese clothes tied in a useless bundle, he exulted as Shanghai hove intoview. Even when ordered to work belowdecks, where the stench nearlymade him vomit, he grumbled like a veteran Jack Tar but did not return
home.
Captain Savory temporarily dampened the mood with news that the
Berlin was returning to Japan before heading home. Niijima considered thistoo risky, and Savory agreed, so the captain stumped the docks hunting foranother American ship. Soon he turned up a sleek Boston-bound clipper, theWild Rover, whose captain needed a cabin boy. “I wish to go to America,and I wish to read much books,” Niijima stammered, and Captain Horace
Taylor replied by offering free passage in exchange for work.15 Two weeks
slaving on the Berlin had tempered Niijima’s romance with the sea, but it
had also toughened his determination.
Looking over his things, the little reminders of home stacked beneath hissailor’s togs, he removed his long sword. Two weeks earlier it had nearlydrawn blood, and Niijima had promised he would never use it again. Now
he cradled it one final time. Before his resolve collapsed, he knocked on thecaptain’s door and with a few broken phrases of appreciation presented
Taylor with the sword. “He was very pleased,” Niijima wrote.16 Still a little
bewildered, Niijima was happy, too. “I feel like I am escaping the tiger’s
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Wild Rover of Boston
From the Wild Rover’s deck Niijima surveyed Shanghai harbor, and thepell-mell crush of ships, sailors, and merchandise left him breathless. Sevensquare-rigged ships loading for London and nine for Liverpool squatted
near the Wild Rover: sixteen ships in a fortnight heading for England alone.18
There are “hundreds of ships from many countries,” he gasped, and even a
Siamese ship had “braved over a thousand miles to trade.” But “there is noship from the land of the gods.” “Oh, why do our ships never come?”19
In fact, the Berlin helped explain why. With national resources pouring
into self-defense Japan had little leftover to build a deepwater merchantmarine, and this helped ambitious American and British captains monopolize
foreign trade. Moreover, Japan had little to temp merchants sniffing along
the coast. As a result, captains of smaller brigs like the Berlin shuttled
modest cargoes of seaweed, lacquer, and camphor to Shanghai in hopes thatthe great square-rigged ships still had an appetite after gorging on China’s
teas and silks. “Business was at first on such a Lilliputian scale, and wasintroduced in so dainty a manner,” one British merchant recalled of early
trade with Japan, “that to merchants accustomed to the large transactions ofChina, the whole affair wore something of the air of a comic opera.”20 Backhome, Niijima had thought it anything but funny. After foreigners arrived,
prices had skyrocketed because his countrymen “don’t understand [how] to
do trade.” “We must,” he decided, “learn foreign knowledge.”21 Shanghai
only strengthened his resolve.
Standing on the dock admiring the Wild Rover’s elegantly curved bow,
her three towering masts, and her rakish black hull, Niijima felt he hadfound an inspiring classroom. Year after year Yankee clipper ships such as
the Wild Rover sprinted across the waves making eye-popping profits. On
her maiden voyage in 1851 the Flying Cloud finished a 16,000-mile New
York-to-San Francisco run around Cape Horn in just eighty-nine days,
crushing her competitors. No one ever matched it. Shouldering eight
thousand barrels of whale oil, the Sovereign of the Seas lunged out of
Honolulu and averaged three hundred miles a day for ten consecutive days,a pace that left even steamships wheezing. In one voyage, the Stag Houndearned $80,000 more than her construction costs. Voyages like these letowners charge double the rates of ordinary vessels, knowing their clippers
would still leave port fully loaded.22
Shipbuilders panted to keep up. When the Wild Rover launched in 1853
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January alone.23 Clipper ships became national celebrities, and newspapers
around the country reported their exploits and rivalries. In 1851 over ten
thousand Bostonians jammed the wharfs just to watch the Stag Houndlaunch, while reporters pored over her every detail. Yankee pride became
insufferable, but with California added to the Union and Commodore Perry
stretching the country’s trading frontier, American maritime ambitions nolonger sounded delusional.24 Americans, Alexis de Tocqueville predicted,“are born to rule the seas, as the Romans were to conquer the world.”25 By
1850 over one hundred thousand people worked in maritime trade, an
occupation exceeded only by agriculture.26
The Wild Rover helped put teeth into American aspirations. Before taking
on a runaway samurai in Shanghai, she had spent a decade tramping throughdozens of ports from Melbourne, Manila, and Calcutta to Hong Kong,
Callou, and Liverpool. Although she never grabbed headlines and set
records like the Flying Cloud and Red Jacket, the Wild Rover compensatedwith dependability and capacity. She survived two lightning strikes that set
her afire during one stormy North Atlantic passage and batted waves aside
in both oceans. While her famed and dainty sisters ferried teas and silks, theWild Rover hauled it all: guano, linseed, whiskey, bricks, iron bolts, currant
jelly, gunny cloth, lumber, hemp, tea, animal hides, castor oil, catechu,
indigo, rice, figs, dried apples, cranberry seed, pianos, turpentine, hams,
popcorn, salt, barley, parlor lamps, ox yokes, scythes, oysters, grindstones,
hats, pepper sauce, sewing machines, sarsaparilla, pig iron, grape vine
cradles, crockery, and glassware. “If California suffers for want of sugar
and syrup, it will not be the fault of Boston shippers,” groaned a San
Francisco newspaper after the Wild Rover and the Matchless together
unloaded over 400,000 gallons. “Hold! enough!”27 Hardly breaking a sweat,
the Wild Rover left for Calcutta. Niijima’s new ship, then, was a veteran.
She had brought the world to Boston, made her owner a rich man, andunfurled the Stars and Stripes over the farthest oceans. By 1864 when
Niijima first strode her deck, steamships, economic hard times, and civil
war had begun pushing clippers aside. But Niijima did not notice or care.
Impressed, he carefully traced the English words into his diary, “Wild Roverof Boston.”

SundayNot everyone in Asia admired these massive vessels. Those on the losing
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enslave them, and Niijima certainly saw enough evidence to make him
concerned. Like every samurai, he had closely studied the Chinese classics
and been taught to venerate Chinese culture, but the Wild Rover showed him
a people who were politically, militarily, and morally prostrate. Rather thanblame Western ships, he faulted the Chinese. It was bad enough that
“Westerners despise the Chinese as if they were pigs and dogs,” Niijima
wrote his brother.28 Worse, he thought, the Chinese acted like pigs and dogs.
Opulent British homes in Hong Kong only made the filthy Chinese dwellings
even more shocking. “Generally the Chinese only care about appearances,
are low-minded and spineless,” he wrote in his diary. “That is why the
British despise them.”29 Saigon was more of the same. He noticed that local
men dyed their teeth black, a custom he knew from Japan but only among
women, and he was astonished that they also reddened their lips. “This is allquite unmanly.” Three thousand French soldiers and eighteen gunboats
patrolled Saigon while the natives “are all very poor and walk around inbare feet.” “No wonder they were conquered and are now ruled by the
French.”30 He began thinking imperial degradation was a self-inflicted
wound.
He feared Japan, “with so many arrogant and blind people,” faced
similarly bleak prospects.31 In Shanghai, for example, he watched a British
flotilla steam off to pound a Japanese battery in Chōshū because its feudal
lord breathed defiance. Although he admired his countrymen’s fighting
spirit, he also railed at their stupidity. “How can Japan fight against Britain?,”he groaned. “Why can’t the Japanese government see the way things are in
the world?”32 In Fuzhou he saw an autumn festival where locals offered thefull moon chicken and rice. “These customs are so foolish,” he sighed. But
he also remembered a similar festival back home. “I hope my people willsoon become more enlightened and abolish such meaningless practices. We
should not worship the moon and stars.”33
All this set him wondering about the relationship between national powerand spiritual power. He knew curious and ambitious men could quickly
close Japan’s technological gap. But there seemed something else, amysterious engine propelling Western countries ahead and stalling Japan,
China, and their Pacific neighbors. Before leaving home he had alreadysuspected the Christian God played some role, but his transpacific voyage
made him certain. Japan “is in trouble because we have not been introduced
to God’s teaching,” he confided to a friend. “If all our people learn theteaching of the one and only God, we could defeat even the mightiest
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to learn more about this God.
That a year aboard a Yankee clipper encouraged Niijima’s Christian faithwould have surprised most. The experience ruined many an upright lad.
Niijima resisted the endless temptations of port and peer pressure to play
the jolly mate, but equally stout mariners rarely forswore their daily grog
allowance. Yet the number of drunks alarmed nearly everyone. “O whiskey
is the life of man,” rang out the men at the ropes, “Whiskey! Johnny!”
I drink whiskey when I can,Whiskey! Johnny!
I drink whiskey when I can,O, whiskey for my Johnny.35
One disgusted mariner wrote home, “I believe a party of sailors, setashore on a desert island in the middle of the sea would contrive to get
drunk in less than two hours without even looking for something to eat.”36
Not surprisingly, one of the first English words Niijima penned into his
seafaring diary was “intoxicaded” [sic].
Niijima had not always disdained a tipple. Back home when he had spenta few weeks sailing on a little packet roving the Japan coast, he and hismates landed in one town and immediately engaged two pretty geisha andenough sake to go around. Sober and poorer the next day, he groaned, “I’mafraid my true colors surfaced.”37 Not long after, in a different port, he andhis friends strutted around until they located the geisha district. This timethey had no money and could only enjoy a private reverie. “It would havebeen fun to have a party in one of those places,” Niijima dreamed, “drinking
sake and having the women dance.”38 The gaiety of the mariner’s life
quickly wore thin, however, and the unbridled behavior of his companions
repelled him. Even before boarding the Wild Rover he swore off liquor anddebauchery, and despite enticements at every port he never again wavered.
“Do not drink sake, and refrain from smoking as much as possible,” headvised his younger brother. And “if some of your friends want to take you
to the prostitution district, break off your friendship with them.”39 Comingfrom a clipper ship sailor this was unusual advice.
Unfortunately, few Jack Tars could count on a similar reservoir ofwillpower. Sailors, one reformer lamented, knew virtually nothing about“almost every subject connected with their moral improvement and highest
destiny.”40 Oh, lamented another, “how it makes a true American blush for
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Friend Society to establish boarding houses where sailors could enjoy
wholesome recreation and religious fellowship. The society followed themen aboard as well, handing out a shelf of chaste tracts for every American
ship leaving Boston and New York City. The Marine Bible Society, theSeaman’s Aid Society, and the New England Tract Society tagged behindwith more. Congress also yielded to pressure, repealing the Navy’s grog
ration, and some merchant marine captains began running dry ships. In
1862 Congress even banned drunkenness in the Navy along with “all otherscandalous conduct tending to the destruction of good morals.”42 Few
thought Satan would surrender to an act of Congress, but at least they hadlaid down a principle.43
Niijima admired the effort and considered the Wild Rover a lesson in
divine providence. Only “the kindliness of God” explained how he found a
pious clipper in the China trade.44 She belonged to Alpheus Hardy, a Boston
merchant whose name was, a friend once said, “the synonym of highcharacter.”45 Hardy spent lavishly on Christian causes, and for years heserved as Boston branch president of the American Seamen’s Friend Society,helping sailors navigate the moral shoals of seafaring life. He stocked his
ships with religious pamphlets, and their sentimental tales of prodigal sons,weeping mothers, and promising young men led astray by the merry sailor’s
life all struck a chord.46 Niijima had stunned even himself in rushing off to
sea just like the frivolous boys in the pamphlets. “The bamboo forest in
Shanghai, the bright moon in Fuzhou, the lights of the fishing boats in Hong
Kong, the monkeys screeching in Saigon, it all made me think of home,” hewrote his brother, “and of our parents’ grief.”47 To his bewildered family hecould only say, “Think of me as dead for several years.”48
In truth, however, as he disappeared across the waves he had never felt
more alive. For the first time in his life he could read the Bible without fear.
On the Berlin he had borrowed an English translation, and, despite his
stumbling through its antiquated words, it brought him “happiness beyond
description.”49 On the Wild Rover, Captain Taylor presented him with a new
Bible in English. Niijima had never owned a Bible that went from Genesis
to Revelation. No Japanese had risked execution by producing a translation,and no Westerner had mastered Japanese well enough to do more than hew
out the Gospel of John. After a few months, however, the Bible’s idioms
became so familiar that he sometimes sounded like he lived in the days of
old King James, telling about doing things “thrice a week,” talking of setting
off “thither,” and speaking of being “obliged to go up to” a certain place.50
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Captain Taylor, and while his shipmates crowded Hong Kong’s bars andbrothels Niijima raced to a bookstore. There he bought a New Testament ina Chinese translation, and with Scriptures in two languages he settled in forstudy, often marking “Sunday” in his diary even when he left the remaining
week blank.

I Must Belong to Him
Niijima learned soon enough, however, that the Wild Rover was not a
floating Sunday school. “A Yankee ship came down the river,” went one
seaman’s shanty,
A Yankee ship with a Yankee skipper . . .
Oh, how d’ye know she’s a Yankee clipper?
Blow, boys, blow.
Oh, how d’ye know she’s a Yankee clipper?
Because the blood runs from her scuppers,
Blow, boys, blow.
Because the blood runs from her scuppers.51
Clipper ships ate their workers, and even as a lowly cabin boy Niijima
quickly learned, as one sailor put it, “the discipline of the ship requires
every man to be at work upon something when he is on deck.”52 Captain
Taylor kept Niijima busy heaving and coiling ropes, loading and unloadingcargo, holystoning the deck, picking oakum, keeping watch, repairing sails,
caulking, washing the officers’ laundry and serving their meals. “I firstunderstood [the] duty of [a] servant,” he groaned.53
Because Niijima had never been to sea he had the lowest standing on
board. Understanding a Yankee clipper’s interconnected skein of ropes,
yards, masts, and sails; performing vital tasks in the proper order;
instinctively reacting in cases when the ship threatened to go under—thesewere beyond the ken of any green hand, let alone one still learning English.
Even if the first mate had roared at him to help send down the topgallant
yard, Niijima did not know a bowline from a buntline, nor did he have a clue
how to reeve a yard-rope through a jack-block at the mast-head, unhook thetye, cast off the parral-lashing, and then bend the yard-rope to the slings ofthe yard by a fisherman’s bend.54 For a while he just watched, slack-jawed.
He wrote the English word “stupid” into his diary. Still, calluses bloomed

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15soon enough, and Niijima could hardly wait to show off. “Japanese sailors
say that dragons ride typhoons up to heaven, but this is just silliness,” heinformed his mother. “No such creatures live in the sea.”55 Even at thebottom of the heap, the Wild Rover’s greenest hand started swaggering likea real Jack Tar.
Life aboard the Wild Rover contradicted what Niijima had read about
American society. Back in Japan he had stumbled across a missionary
pamphlet called A Brief Account of the United States of America. Its author,
E. C. Bridgman, extolled American democracy, explaining how people
chose their leaders and that even the president “must vow to conform to thelaws, and do his utmost to govern the people without any consideration ofself interest.”56 Niijima was impressed. “We must cast away [our] savage
government,” he responded, “and we must pick out a president as the UnitedStates of America.” In the meantime, he thought the shogun should startacting more presidential. “If you govern us, you must love us as yourchildren,” he thought.57 Unfortunately, Bridgman failed to mention slaveryor the Southern states. Reading about life below the Mason-Dixon Linemight have better prepared Niijima for seafaring.
American society under sail so closely resembled a Deep South cotton
plantation that by the 1840s some in Congress grew uncomfortable with thesituation. They thought it anachronistic that American sailors still calledcaptains “master” and faced punishment by the lash. In 1849 an outspoken
antislavery senator from New Hampshire named John Parker Hale demanded
an end to this “relic of barbarism” by proposing a ban on flogging. Whenyou reduce the sailor “to a position which God never intended he should
occupy,” he warned, “it will produce mutiny.” And, he continued, in any
coming revolution his sympathies “will be with the mutineers.” Everyone in
the chamber knew that lurking behind Hale’s concern for the sailor was his
attack on slavery, but in either case Southerners thought it unduly
inflammatory to openly endorse rebellion. Their dismay increased as Halecollected allies. Must we really debate, another colleague intoned, “whether,
freeman as he is, [the sailor] shall be scourged like a slave?”58 All Hale’s
supporters agreed that you could trust no man with lordly power and a whip.
Dixie took the bait. “Society cannot exist without the possession of powerin some quarter or other,” lectured Senator George Edward Badger from
North Carolina. “And we are obliged to submit to the occasional abuse of
power in order to avoid the greater evil of anarchy.” Andrew Butler of South
Carolina sneered at Hale’s “sickly sentimentality,” and Florida’s senator
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discipline on board the ships of the navy?” Perhaps Senator Hale, hecontinued, “would propose that the commanding officer should be elected,
and that the government on board the ship . . . should emanate from the willof a majority of those on board.” No, Yulee thundered, “there must be
discipline; there must be arbitrary power.”59 Hale listened to the harangue
with a smile, for he had maneuvered Southerners into arguing against
republicanism. And in 1850 he won. Tucked away in a naval appropriations
bill, Congress banned flogging in the Navy and merchant marine. Yet it was
merely a temporary reprieve, and by the time Niijima boarded the Wild
Rover the larger fight had moved off deepwater vessels and slave plantations
onto the battlefields of Antietam and Gettysburg.
Hale removed the lash, but on the high seas the captain still ruled. Even
the most liberal reformers conceded that shipmasters needed to make it
clear, as one sailing manual put it, that “I will, I must be obeyed.”60 Towardthat end he could use fists, boots, and belaying pins to beat a sailor into
submission, or he could reduce his rations, make him work twice as hard, or
chain him in irons belowdecks. “Put them down at once,” a merchant
instructed his captain. “Do not spare them.”61 Taking that lesson to heart,
one captain heard out a sailor’s grievance and then told him “to go to helland jump overboard.”62 Captains also insisted on rigid distinctions dividing
sailors from officers. One seaman remembered his captain parading thequarterdeck wearing kid gloves and speaking directly only to the first andsecond mates.63 And Niijima learned that no one–not even the captain–
addressed the first mate by his given name. On the Wild Rover it was always
and everywhere Mr. Null. Like every clipper commander, Horace Taylor
patrolled the quarterdeck like a king.
If the captain set the ship’s tone, few had a greater stake in his attitude
than the cabin boy who bore the brunt of his moods. Unlike the seamen,
Niijima could not escape before the mast. And as a samurai, moreover, he
had a prickly regard for his status. A group of lower-ranking men back home
had once shocked him when they did not, as was customary, “get off theirhorses even when they passed us samurai.” Niijima and his friends accosted
the men and demanded proper obeisance.64With considerable relief, then, hereported that Captain Taylor “is quite gentle and kind.”65 Captain Horace
Taylor took a paternal interest in his cabin boy, explaining everything fromsewing to navigation. He bought Niijima new clothes and in spare moments
taught him English, at least the kind useful for a sailing man. “This is Pagoda
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about his cabin boy was that name: Shimeta. With barely a thought Taylor
rechristened him “Joe.” Tickled, Niijima called himself Joseph the rest of
his life. Like a smitten schoolboy he practiced writing the captain’s name in
script and capital letters, HORACE TAYLOR, Horace S. Taylor, HORACE
S. Taylor.
The captain and the cabin boy liked each other, but their relationshipblossomed because they agreed on the proper relationship between superiorand subordinate. Maritime society’s rigid hierarchies did not disturb asamurai like Niijima. “I must belong to him,” he wrote a friend just after
transferring to Taylor’s command. Within the week he presented Taylor hislong sword. Taylor may not have grasped all of the gesture’s cultural
nuances, but he recognized loyalty, gratitude, and obedience.67 Nor did
Niijima blanch at distinctions dividing sailors from officers. “I often wished
to go to the forecastle to see the sailors, but I was not allowed to do so,” hewrote. Taylor “warned me to keep far from them.”68 Taylor wanted to protect
Niijima from grog, cards, and loose talk, but like all deepwater captains healso insisted on enforcing the hierarchy separating bow and stern. Although
he worked alongside the Wild Rover’s sailors for a year, in his diary Niijima
never mentioned a single one. Only his friendship with Taylor outlasted thevoyage.
The quarterdeck also preserved his dignity from the rudest shocks of
deepwater life. Being a green hand on the Berlin stunned him, and hegrumbled when the captain treated him indifferently. But on the Wild Roverhe rode with the officers and escaped many of Jack Tar’s worst humiliations
and hardships. Taylor even encouraged Niijima to master the Wild Rover’s
navigational equipment, skipping the long and brutal apprenticeship thatturned ordinary seamen into commanders. Although Senator Hale and his
liberal colleagues feared absolute authority, Niijima wished more leaders inJapan ruled like Taylor. As much as the two simply liked each other, theculture of hierarchy, obedience, and obligation that characterized maritime
life turned a Yankee clipper into an unlikely bridge between a Chatham
captain and an Edo samurai.

Conclusion
After nearly a year of tramping the China Sea, Captain Taylor finallyraised his speaking trumpet and sung out, “Lay aloft and loose all sails!”
The anchor rattled home, the first mate shouted, “Anchor’s hove short, sir!”and Taylor carefully eased the Wild Rover through the Sunda Strait before

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loosening her reins for the sprint home. Niijima was exhilarated. “Despite
myself,” he chuckled as they rounded Africa, “I shouted, ‘Hello, Cape ofGood Hope!’”69 When they arrived off of Cape Cod in July 1865, a fishingboat captain told them the Civil War had ended and an assassin had killed
President Lincoln.70 Niijima barely noticed. He had more pressing concerns.
A year before the Wild Rover had appeared like a miracle. Now that he
was in Boston, the ship felt like a prison. “I cannot even begin to describe
how deeply impressed I was with the fine houses and the fantastic steam
engines, and with the convenience of gas and water supplies and carriages,”
he panted after touring the city one day.71 Yet empty pockets and no prospects
kept him on board facing another voyage. The thought crushed him. He wasalready twenty-two, and the way he figured it “we only live for fifty years
or so, and of those years how many of them can be productive?” He had
endured so much, and now he could even hear Boston’s school bells; but theWild Rover kept him caged, frittering away his prime years unloading hemp,
guarding against thieves, and stewing in frustration. “I am full of plans,” hefumed.72 He left home promising his father he would return wearing brocade
as splendid as Mount Tatsuta’s autumn leaves. It was a touch of bravado,
but he thought the ancient metaphor still might ease his father’s grief. An
inventory of his sailor’s trunk, however, told a more prosaic tale: a flannel
blanket, a straw hat, a pair of white pants, four “very old socks,” a white
shirt “half worn,” two “useless pr. pants,” and a mildewed pile of Japaneseclothes. “I knew it would be difficult,” he sighed, “but this is worse than I
expected.”73
His mind clouded with gloom; he did not feel like reflecting on how far
the Berlin and the Wild Rover had brought him. But just a year earlier hecould not distinguish a topgallant sail from a spanker and he had thought
dragons rode storms to heaven. He blundered through the English language
and had never traveled outside his own country or met an American. He had
never washed his own clothes or known how to mend them if torn. He had
never read the Bible past Genesis or learned much of what Jesus taught. He
had never earned his bread by the sweat of his brow. Now, a year later, if a
befuddled green hand asked for help finding the fore topgallant sail, Niijima
could point it out and even correct the boy’s pronunciation: “t’garns’l.” Inan emergency he could navigate a Yankee clipper across open seas. He kept
his Japanese clothes but only unwrapped them to show the crew; he thought
his sailor’s pants, shirt, and cap sufficient, and he expertly wielded a needle
should anything require repair. He pushed deeper into the Bible, explored a
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between individual faith and national progress. Hard physical labor did notsuit him, but he endured better than he would have expected. In short, by thetime he reached Boston he found the Wild Rover cramped only because hehad grown so much. “After first leaving the mountains you understand how
big is the sky,” he wrote. “After crossing the ocean you realize how small is
your home.”74
Sailors shipping the opposite direction felt much the same. “While atschool studying geography,” one American on his first voyage wrote in
1854, “I used to wonder what sort of a looking place Patagonia was andwould have hooted at the idea had anyone told me that I should see it andpass around the Horn into the Pacific. And yet here I am having done itall.”75 Despite his undeniable courage, Niijima was not blazing a trail.
Nineteenth-century ships were carting sailors and adventurers in every
direction. Fifty years before Niijima arrived, Opukaha’ia and Hopu left
their Sandwich Islands home aboard the Triumph and came to New York.
Opukaha’ia never took to the sea again—he died in Connecticut—but in
1819 Hopu rode the Thaddeus back home. Stopping in Canton in 1847, theHuntress took aboard Yung Wing, Wong Shing, and Wong Foon. Yung
graduated from Yale when Niijima was just ten years old, and by the time
Niijima arrived in America more than thirty-five thousand Chinese
immigrants had preceded him across the Pacific. The Triumph, the Thaddeus,
the Huntress, the Berlin, the Wild Rover, and all their wooden sisters remind
us that ships crossed the Pacific in more than one direction. Rummaging
through the barrels and crates of Oriental wonders that their vessels carted
home, Americans also met travelers full of their own transpacific dreams.

Notes
Niijima Shimeta is better known outside of Japan as Joseph Neesima, a name headopted while living in the United States from 1865 to 1874, and better known in Japanas Niijima Jō, a name he began using after returning to Japan in 1874. Because events inthis essay took place when he still used the name Shimeta, I will use that name except in
the notes, where I use Jō to be consistent with previous publications.
2 Niijima Jō [hereafter NJ] to Nikolai Kasatkin, May 24, 1864, Niijima Jō Zenshū,[The collected works of Niijima Jō; hereafter NJZ], 10 vols. (Kyoto: Dō hō sha, 1983–1996), 3:16. See also Arthur Sherburne Hardy, Life and Letters of Joseph Hardy Neesima(Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and Co., 1891), 28.
3 NJ to Nikolai Kasatkin, May 24, 1864, NJZ, 3:16.
4 NJ to Niijima Sōroku, 1865, NJZ, 3:21.
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Niijima’s life, work, and faith have inspired a robust literature, yet even standard
biographical works devote only a few pages to his year at sea. For some of the mostimportant overviews of Niijima’s life, see Hardy, Life and Letters; Watanabe Minoru,
Niijima Jō (Tokyo: Yoshikawa kōbunkan, 1959); Irwin Scheiner, Christian Converts andSocial Protest in Meiji Japan (Berkeley: University of California Press, 1970), 127–87;
Wada Yōichi, Niijima Jō (Tokyo: Nihon kuristokyōdan shuppankyoku, 1973); Yoshida
Hiroshi, Niijima Jō: Jiyū e no senryaku [Niijima Jō: Strategy for freedom] (Tokyo:
Shinkyō shuppansha, 1988); Inoue Katsuya, Niijima Jō: Hito to shisō [Niijima Jō:
Person and thought] (Kyoto: Kōyō shobō, 1990); Kitagaki Munehara, ed., Niijima Jō nosekai: Eimin hyakunen no jiten kara [Niijima Jō’s world: One hundred years after his
death] (Kyoto: Kōyō shobō, 1990); Miyazawa Masanori, Niijima Jō: Kindai Nihon no
senkakusha [Niijima Jō: Pioneer of modern Japan] (Kyoto: Kōyō shobō, 1993); John E.
van Sant, Pacific Pioneers: Japanese Journeys to America and Hawaii, 1850–80(Urbana: University of Illinois Press, 2000), 64–78; Masatoshi Abe, Niijima Jō to
Amerika [Niijima Jō and America] (Okayama-shi: Daigaku Kyōiku shuppan, 2001); ŌtaYūzō, Niijima Jō: Ryōshin no zenshin ni jūmanshitaru masurao [Niijima Jō: Man of
conscience] (Kyoto: Mineruva shobō, 2005); Yasuhiro Motoi, Ganso reberarisuto[Pioneering liberal] (Kyoto: Shibunkaku shuppan, 2008); and Yuhiko Itō, Naruhodo
Niijima Jō [Understanding Niijima Jō] (Nara: Kizasushobō, 2012).
6 NJ to Niijima Tamiharu, March 29, 1867, NJZ, 3:34–35.
7 Matthew Calbraith Perry, Narrative of the Expedition of an American Squadron to
the China Seas and Japan (Washington, DC: Beverly Tucker, 1856), 258. For recent
work on the Pacific world from a maritime perspective, see Matt K. Matsuda, PacificWorlds: A History of Seas, Peoples and Cultures (Cambridge: Cambridge University
Press, 2013); and David Igler, The Great Ocean: Pacific Worlds from Captain Cook to
the Gold Rush (NY: Oxford University Press, 2013).
8 For major interpretations of nineteenth-century American merchant marine culture
on which this essay builds, see Margaret Creighton, “The Private Life of Jack Tar: Sailors
at Sea in the Nineteenth Century,” PhD diss. (Boston University, 1985); Marcus Rediker,
Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea: Merchant Seamen, Pirates, and the AngloAmerican Maritime World, 1700–1750 (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1987);
Briton Cooper Busch, “Whaling Will Never Do for Me”: The American Whaleman in the
Nineteenth Century (Lexington: University Press of Kentucky, 1994); Margaret S.
Creighton, Rites and Passages: The Experience of American Whaling, 1830–1870(Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1995); W. Jeffrey Bolster, Black Jacks:
African-American Seamen in the Age of Sail (Cambridge: Harvard University Press,
1997); Benjamin W. Larabee, William M. Fowler, Jr., John B. Hattendorf, Jeffrey J.
Safford, Edward W. Sloan, and Andrew W. German, America and the Sea: A Maritime
History (Mystic, CT: Mystic Seaport, 1998); Paul A. Gilje, Liberty on the Waterfront:
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American Maritime Culture in the Age of Revolution (Philadelphia: University ofPennsylvania Press, 2004); Michael J. Bennett, Union Jacks: Yankee Sailors in the Civil
War (Chapel Hill: University of North Carolina Press, 2004); Daniel Vickers, Young Men
and the Sea: Yankee Seafarers in the Age of Sail (New Haven, CT: Yale University Press,
2005); Eric Jay Dolin, Leviathan: The History of Whaling in America (NY: W. W. Norton,
2007); Myra C. Glenn, Jack Tar’s Story: The Autobiography and Memoirs of Sailors in
Antebellum America (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2010); and Matthew
Taylor Raffety, The Republic Afloat: Law, Honor, and Citizenship in Maritime America(Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2013).
9 NJ, “Kōkai Nikki” [Diary of a voyage], NJZ, 5:38.
10 NJ, “Kōkai Nikki,” NJZ, 5:38; Hardy, Life and Letters, 39–40.
11 NJ, “Kōkai Nikki,” NJZ, 5:39; Hardy, Life and Letters, 39.
12 Hardy, Life and Letters, 39.
13 NJ, “Kōkai Nikki,” NJZ, 5:41.
14 Ibid.
15 NJ to Fukushi Unokichi, August 10, 1864, NJZ, 6:3.
16 NJ, “Kōkai Nikki,” NJZ, 5:43.
17 NJ, “Kōkai Nikki,” NJZ, 5:42.
18 London and China Telegraph, August 2, 1864, 419.
19 NJ, “Kōkai Nikki,” NJZ, 5:44.
20 Alexander Michie, The Englishman in China, vol. 2 (Edinburgh: William Blackwood
and Sons, 1900), 27. See also Henry Arthur Tilley, Japan, the Amoor, and the Pacific(London: Smith, Elder & Co., 1861), 100–101.
21 Hardy, Life and Letters, 6.
22 For more on clipper ships, see Arthur H. Clark, The Clipper Ship Era: An Epitomeof Famous American and British Clipper Ships, Their Owners, Builders, Commanders,and Crews, 1843–1869 (NY: G. P. Putnam’s and Sons, 1910); Samuel Eliot Morison, The
Maritime History of Massachusetts, 1783–1860 (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1921), 339–
64; Carl C. Cutler, Greyhounds of the Sea: The Story of the American Clipper Ship
(Annapolis, MD: United States Naval Academy, 1930); Charles R. Schultz, Life on
Board American Clipper Ships (College Station: Texas A&M University Sea Grant
College Program, 1983); A. B. C. Whipple, The Challenge (NY: William Morrow, 1987);
and David W. Shaw, Flying Cloud: The True Story of American’s Most Famous Clipper
Ship and the Woman Who Guided Her (NY: William Morrow, 2000). For profits andcosts, see Robert Evans, Jr., “‘Without Regard to Cost’: The Returns on Clipper Ships,”
Journal of Political Economy 72 (February 1964): 35.
23 Cutler, Greyhounds of the Sea, 247. For details of the Wild Rover’s construction anddimensions, see Cutler, Greyhounds of the Sea, 434; and American Lloyd’s Register ofAmerican and Foreign Shipping (1864), http://library.mysticseaport.org/initiative/

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SPSearch.cfm?ID=630650 ,accessed February 24, 2013.
24 For the contest between Boston and Britain, see Federal Writers’ Program, Boston
Looks Seaward: The Story of a Port, 1630–1940 (Boston: Bruce Humphries, 1941), 132,135.
25 Alexis de Tocqueville, Democracy in America (1835; repr., NY: Vintage Books,1980), 1:447.
26 Gilje, Liberty on the Waterfront, 24–25; Raffety, Republic Afloat, 131–34.
27 San Francisco Daily Evening Bulletin, December 22, 1855.
28 NJ to Niijima Sōroku, 1865, NJZ, 3:22.
29 NJ, “Hakodate yori no ryakki,” [Brief journal of leaving from Hakodate] NJZ, 5:75.
30 NJ, “Hakodate yori no ryakki,” NJZ, 5:76.
31 NJ, “Hakodate yori no ryakki,” NJZ, 5:75.
32 NJ, “Hakodate yori no ryakki,” NJZ, 5:74.
33 Ibid.
34 NJ to Nikolai Kasatkin, May 24, 1864, NJZ, 3:16.
35 Frank Shay, Iron Men and Wooden Ships (Garden City, NY: Doubleday, Page &Company, 1924), 5.
36 Quoted in Bennett, Union Jacks, 108–9.
37 NJ, “Hakodate Kikō,” NJZ, 5:13.
38 NJ, “Tamashima Hyōgo Kikō” [Journal of a trip from Tamashima to Hyōgo], NJZ,
5:6.
39 NJ to Niijima Sōroku, December 24, 1867, NJZ, 3:41.
40 John Truair, Call from the Ocean; or An Appeal to the Patriot and the Christian in
Behalf of the Seaman (NY: John Gray and Co., 1826), 16.
41 The Sailor’s Magazine, 30 (February 1858): 169.
42 Quoted in Bennett, Union Jacks, 110.
43 For more on religion in the Navy and merchant marine, see Rediker, Devil and the
Deep Blue Sea, 169–79; Harold Langley, Social Reform in the United States Navy, 1798–1862 (Urbana: University of Illinois Press, 1967), 43–67; Peter J. Wosh, Spreading the
Word: The Bible Business in Nineteenth-Century America (Ithaca, NY: Cornell University
Press, 1994), 89–104; Bennett, Union Jacks, 126–54; Gilje, Liberty on the Waterfront,
195–227; Roald Kverndal, Seamen’s Missions, Their Origin and Early Growth: A
Contribution to the History of the Church Maritime (Pasadena, CA: William Carey
Library, 1986); and Glenn, Jack Tar’s Story, 144–74. For how sailors reacted to theseevangelical campaigns, see Glenn, Jack Tar’s Story, 167–72; and Gilje, Liberty on the
Waterfront, 195–227.
44 NJ, “Why I Departed from Japan,” NJZ, 7:7.
45 Josiah Bushnell Grinnell, Men and Events of Forty Years: AutobiographicalReminiscences of an Active Career from 1850–1890 (Boston: D. Lothrop Company,

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231891), 238.
46 Finding aid, Records of the American Seamen’s Friend Society, Mystic Seaport,
http://library.mysticseaport.org/Manuscripts/coll/coll158.cfm, accessed June 28, 2013;“Order of Services at the Thirty-eighth Anniversary of the Boston Seamen’s Friend
Society,” (1866), Library of Congress, http://memory.loc.gov/cgi-bin/ampage , accessed
February 20, 2013.
47 NJ to Niijima Sōroku, 1865, NJZ, 3:22. See also NJ, “Kōkai Nikki,” NJZ, 5:46.
48 NJ to Niijima Tamiharu, February 21, 1866, NJZ, 3:28.
49 NJ, “Kōkai Nikki,” NJZ, 5:40.
50 NJ, “Why I Departed from Japan,” NJZ, 7:3–7.
51 Shay, Iron Men and Wooden Ships, 10. “Scuppers” were openings in the rail circling
the deck that allowed waves to drain off back into the sea.
52 Richard Henry Dana, Two Years Before the Mast (1840; repr., NY: Library ofAmerica, 2005), 16.
53 NJ to Fukushi Unokichi, August 10, 1864, NJZ, 6:3.
54 A paraphrase from Richard Henry Dana, The Seaman’s Friend (Boston: Thomas
Groom and Co., 1851), 37.
55 NJ to Niijima Tomi, December 24, 1867, NJZ, 3:44.
56 Quoted in Michael C. Lazich, E.C. Bridgman (1801–1861): America’s First
Missionary to China (Lewiston, NY: Edwin Mellen Press, 2000), 150.
57 Hardy, Life and Letters, 7, 4.
58 US Congress, Congressional Globe, 30th Congress, 2nd Session (February 12,1849): 507, 508; US Congress, Congressional Globe, 32nd Congress, 1st Session(January 7, 1852): 219. For more on the campaign against flogging, see Langley, Social
Reform in the United States Navy, 131–206; Myra C. Glenn, “The Naval Reform
Campaign against Flogging: A Case Study of Changing Attitudes toward Corporal
Punishment, 1830–1850,” American Quarterly 35 (Autumn, 1983): 408–25; and Glenn,Jack Tar’s Story, 112–43.
59 US Congress, Congressional Globe, 30th Congress, 2nd Session (February 12,1849): 509, 511, 510.
60 William Sullivan, Sea Life: or, What May or May Not be Done, and what Ought to
be Done by Ship-Owners, Ship-Masters, Mates and Seamen (Boston: James B. Dow,
1837), 50.
61 Quoted in Creighton, Rites and Passages, 93.
62 Quoted in Raffety, Republic Afloat, 73. For more on a captain’s authority, see
Vickers, Young Men and the Sea, 214–47; and Creighton, Rites and Passages, 85–115.
63 Charles P. Low, Some Recollections by Charles P. Low (Boston: George H. Ellis,
1906), 19.
64 NJ, “Hakodate Kikō” [Diary of a trip to Hakodate], NJZ, 5:14.

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NJ, “Kōkai Nikki,” NJZ, 5:43.
NJ, “Kōkai Nikki,” NJZ, 5:46.
67 NJ to Fukushi Unokichi, August 10, 1864, NJZ, 6:3.
68 NJ, “My Younger Days,” NJZ, 7:27.
69 NJ, “Hakodate yori no ryakki,” NJZ, 5:77.
70 Hardy, Life and Letters, 42.
71 NJ, “Hakodate yori no ryakki,” NJZ, 5:78.
72 NJ to Nikolai Kasatkin, May 24, 1864, NJZ, 3:16.
73 NJ, “Kōkai Nikki,” NJZ, 5:66–67, 62.
74 NJ, “Kōkai Nikki,” NJZ, 5:63.
75 Robert H. Burgess, ed., The Sea Serpent Journal: Hugh McCulloch Gregory’s
Voyage around the World in a Clipper Ship, 1854–55 (Charlottesville: University Pressof Virginia, 1975), 38.
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