Desert and water gardens of the Red Sea : $b Being an account of the natives and the shore formations of the coastCrossland, Cyril
Science
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
as it begins to rise and the yard is not at the mast head till some
distance has been travelled. Similarly on coming into harbour the
sail is lowered completely, long before the anchorage is reached.
Like most sailors of the warmer seas the Arabs are amphibious. For
instance, the order is given to carry out an anchor away from the
vessel, which is to be moved by hauling on the anchor rope. If the
distance is not great and the depth inconsiderable the sailors will
consider it less trouble, instead of lowering a canoe in which to
carry out the anchor and rope, to throw them overboard and then
go after them with a run, a yell and splash, to the sea bottom,
where two or three men seize and run with the anchor a few yards
under the water, come up for a breath of air while others go down,
descend again and carry the anchor another stage, until the anchor
rope is fully extended. Generally when the anchor goes overboard at
the end of the day’s journey one or two of the crew go down after
it and work it nicely into the mud. Similarly in getting an anchor
up if it is caught in the coral, instead of manœuvring the boat
to loosen it in the usual way a man goes down to see what is the
matter, and either loosens it or directs the operations of those
in the boat. How would an English yachtsman regard diving after
his anchor? Not as an everyday occurrence, but as an adventure of
a lifetime.
To the Arab sailors such a voyage as from Bombay to Aden, and
on through the whole length of the Red Sea, must be an adventure
like that of a voyage of Ulysses. As to the old Hero so to them
all accidents are due to the personal intervention of God, or
of good and evil spirits, and there is no dividing line between
fact and legend. Distances, which for us have so dwindled, remain
for them enormous. I have myself spent as long over a voyage of
a hundred miles, anchoring each night in yet another desolate
creek or “khor,” as over the whole voyage by steamship from
Marseilles to Port Sudan. At that rate 1000 miles in a _sambûk_
would be almost equivalent to a circumnavigation of the globe in
a modern vessel. But what a difference! In the latter case, to
the passenger deck chairs and novels, to the officers methodical
routine and the keeping the running correct as per time-table,
in the former ceaseless personal effort, at frequent intervals the
direct pitting of oneself against the chances of the sea, the winds
and waves, reefs and hidden coral pinnacles, the everyday hardship
often aggravated by the rarity of the points at which water and
food may be procured. Rarely are two days alike, and the date of
the voyage’s close is, as they would express it, known to God. And
adventures everywhere, the calling at strange little desert towns,
the outer fringe of even Arabian and Turkish civilisations, islands
and harbours unknown to the outer world, wild peoples, communities
living apart, connected with the world only by some rudiments of
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account