In the land of the lion and sun, or, modern Persia : $b Being experiences of life in Persia from 1866 to 1881Wills, C. J. (Charles James)
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In the land of the lion and sun, or, modern Persia : $b Being experiences of life in Persia from 1866 to 1881
Wills, C. J. (Charles James)
Iran -- Description and travel; Wills, C. J. (Charles James), 1842-1912 -- Travel -- Iran
One of the Persian “Gholams,” or line-guards, now asked to be allowed to
cut the boar’s head off; permission was given, and the man dismounted,
drew his curved sword, made a tremendous chop on the pig’s head, which
did not seem to wound but revive him, breaking the short sword off at the
hilt.
The animal now pursued the shrieking gholam for some distance, but a few
more stabs with the spears finished him, then he was triumphantly borne
away by the villagers.
The dogs caught three young pigs, and we returned to camp tired out. In
the party of five there had been seven spills. I had two; on one occasion
I was knocked over, horse and all, by another man coming up diagonally
without warning and striking me sideways, and as he was the heavier,
over we went. My second was when pursuing a pig; my horse slid down a dry
ditch, and, on trying to get up the other side, rolled over me.
But no one was hurt, which is a wonder, considering that it was the
first time we had carried spears, and they were all eight feet long, and
sharp. As we could get no bamboo, we had had the shafts made of chenar
or plane-wood; these were heavy but strong; the few made of poplar were
light, but all of them broke at or near the head. I fancy that for good
sport the ground should have been better; our ground was very open, but
deep dry ditches to horses who do not jump are serious matters. We had
a good dinner when we got home to the tents, and some tried to eat the
pig’s meat, but even the young pig’s flesh was blackish, and tough as
india-rubber.
Eating wild pig’s flesh, considering what they will eat, is a disgusting
idea; and I quite agree with the action of Captain S⸺ when a dead pig was
sent him by the Governor of Shiraz _as a present_.
The pig was dragged to the door by the servants of the farrash-bashi
(head carpet-spreader), a high official, and followed by a shouting mob,
and a verbal message came that a pig was sent as a present. S⸺ happened
to be out, but on his return he wrote a polite note to the Governor
telling him that the English did not, as he had erroneously supposed, eat
wild pig, but looked on it as an unclean animal; and requesting that the
person who brought it might remove it.
It was ordered to be done, but the farrash-bashi sent some Jews to drag
it away. This S⸺ would not allow, but insisted that the farrash-bashi
himself should come and take it away; he had to do so, and doubtless
thought it not quite so good a joke as the bringing, for the shouting
crowd _now laughed at_ him instead of _with_ him.
We had a second day very similar to our first, fortunately no accidents
and fewer spills. We then returned as we came; the greater part of the
way was near the river banks, and as we were all very tired, also our
horses, we were only too glad to get in by sunset.
I had now an opportunity of seeing the preparation of opium for the
English and China markets.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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