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
These northern tribes, isolated in the deserts, possess the
primitive, yet most advanced, virtue of strict honesty. During
the winter, when rain has fallen upon certain favoured spots and
most of the population has migrated to them, one frequently comes
across small trees bearing bundles of matting, boards, and sticks,
the materials of a tent-house. The owner has left the country for
the time the grazing will last, and, not wishing to take all his
house with him, merely puts the materials out of the reach of the
goats, secure in finding them untouched, not even borrowed, on his
return two or three months later; this too in a country where even
a bit of old sacking is a thing of value.
CHAPTER IV
THE DAILY LIFE OF THE PEOPLE
At first sight, the country seems to be one from which no human being
could extract the barest subsistence. The usual explanation, that
the natives live by stealing, did not help me to an understanding, as
that is no more an economic possibility than the story of the two old
women who lived by taking in each other’s washing. The fact is, the
Sudan sheep, goats and camels, have a marvellous tenacity of life,
and on their sufferings the native exists. I once had acquaintance
with a British donkey to whom corn was given on a piece of stiff
brown paper, to prevent waste. When the corn was done, the donkey
proceeded to eat the brown paper before going to his desert of
thistles. What luxury a diet of brown paper and thistles would be
to a Sudan goat! After nibbling dry sticks all day in the desert,
they come and eat resinous shavings from my workshops, or pick up
single grains of corn from the sand where our camels have been fed,
shewing that a day’s feeding leaves them ravenous beyond all the
British donkey’s idea of hunger.
My particular village is richer than most places on the coast in
possessing a few square miles of scattered acacias which bear a
few little leaves when all else fails. There are some salt woody
plants too (Arabic, _hamid_ = sour) and some low trees (“Asal”
or “adlîb”) which are a vivid green all the year round, the
latter of which, however, all animals, except camels, refuse.
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