Desert and water gardens of the Red Sea : $b Being an account of the natives and the shore formations of the coastCrossland, Cyril
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Desert and water gardens of the Red Sea : $b Being an account of the natives and the shore formations of the coast
Crossland, Cyril
Coral reefs and islands; Red Sea; Sudan -- Social life and customs
Once travelling on the desert east coast of Zanzibar island and
sleeping in the open, I awakened in the night to find an eclipse
of the moon in progress (1901 was the year). I expected my boat
boys to be alarmed at the phenomenon, especially as they were some
of the original inhabitants of the island, not mingled with Arab
blood. But they took it very calmly, saying something to the effect
that “The English know all about that!” In my Red Sea village
in 1909, it was quite different. On going out in the morning my
clerk asked me whether I had been disturbed by the natives’
efforts to save the moon’s life, or, as he put it, Had I _heard_
the eclipse? It appears that directly the shadow touched the moon
everyone was aroused and a beating of tin cans commenced, with loud
prayers that God would not allow the moon to be destroyed.
One of the origins of superstition is false reasoning from observed
fact. When a native has a wound or open sore he is careful to keep
his nose plugged with rag, or to sniff continually at aromatic
substances, as he believes the smell of a wound will cause fever
and mortification. The observation that if a wound smells, the
patient is likely to be in a bad way, is sound enough, but the
inference that the smell, or any smell, e.g. women’s scents,
causes the fever is superstition. I am informed that this idea is
very widespread. I fear my applications of iodoform, than which
nothing can have a more persistent smell, will convince the natives
that we share their belief in the efficacy of “drowning,” rather
than preventing, the odour of decay.
Somewhat similar was the native treatment of a man who fell from
the roof of a house we were building. He was lying senseless when
I arrived, his nostrils carefully plugged with onion! Probably the
smell of onion, like that of ammonia, may be useful in fainting,
but far more important is free access of air, and _that_ they
treated as a matter of no account at all.
The great remedy for everything is the application of a red-hot
nail. Hence many of the scars which otherwise might be taken for
the results of fighting.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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