Behind the Veil in Persia and Turkish Arabia: An Account of an Englishwoman's Eight Years' Residence Amongst the Women of the EastHume-Griffith, M. E.
Philosophy
Behind the Veil in Persia and Turkish Arabia: An Account of an Englishwoman's Eight Years' Residence Amongst the Women of the East
Hume-Griffith, M. E.
Arabian Peninsula -- Social life and customs; Iran -- Social life and customs
Our garden was very large, but only half of it had been cultivated;
the further end we had hoped to have made into a tennis court,
but unfortunately we had to leave before it was possible to do
so. All the bricks used for building were made from the earth of
the garden. The process is simplicity itself. Water is mixed with
the earth till it becomes a thick mud, then it is stamped into the
required shape by means of a wooden block, and then left in the sun
to dry. Sometimes straw is mixed with the mud, when it is necessary
to have very strong bricks.
Directly we moved into our house I found to my horror that it was
infested with white ants. This was my first experience of these
wretched little creatures, and I hope it may be my last. They are
disturbers of one's peace of mind, for once they are settled in a
house it is impossible to get rid of them, and the only thing to
hope for is that by continually waging war against them you may keep
them slightly in subjection. I remember so well the day I first made
the acquaintance of these noxious things. I had with much difficulty
succeeded in finishing our drawing-room, and considering all things
I may be forgiven if I confess to having felt a certain amount of
pride as I looked at the result of my labours. Certainly it was
not too luxurious; but it was comfortable and "homey." Alas! my
pride soon had a fall. After a day or two my husband had need of
some book, and upon taking it from the shelf found it eaten half
through! I then began to hunt about, and found the room was swarming
with these abominations, under the carpets, behind the pictures,
cosily ensconced in books--everywhere they were having a right royal
time. From that moment almost to the day we left, I never ceased to
hunt and destroy these ubiquitous ants. We were having two new rooms
built, and I said to my husband, "One comfort is that the ants cannot
be in the new rooms;" but, alas, my hopes were vain! The builders had
used an old piece of wood for a beam on which the ceiling rested,
and this was infested with white ants, and so in a very short time
they had that room, too, to revel in. I tried all manner of things
to get rid of them, but found the most successful remedy was pouring
petroleum down the holes from which they came. This drove them away
from that hole, but they only burrowed a little further, seeking
for a new outlet. Nothing could or can destroy them. As long as the
queen ant remains they can never be exterminated. An English engineer
who came to Kerman told me that, when he was living in India, he was
building a house, and before he laid the foundations he offered large
rewards for all queen ants found in the grounds near, for, said he,
"This is the only way to ensure freedom from these pests." He also told
me that one night he left his evening shoes out in his room, and in
the morning the leather was eaten half away. I can quite believe this
now, after having seen for myself their tremendous digestive powers.
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