Life and Travel in Lower Burmah: A RetrospectPaske, C. T. (Charles Thomas)
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Life and Travel in Lower Burmah: A Retrospect
Paske, C. T. (Charles Thomas)
Burma -- Description and travel
Soldiers had bathed there times without number; though a hand dangled
in the water outside the reef would have been snapped off in a trice.
Provided, therefore, with towels, we were soon stripped, placing
our clothes well beyond the reach of the flowing tide. There being,
moreover, no audience but the sea-birds, who were in this place
scarcely more untrammelled by conventionalities than ourselves, we
dispensed with bathing-drawers, which are, however, used in India in
deference to the prejudices of the natives, who consider it an indecent
habit to dispense with them. More impatient than my companion, I was
the first to traverse the intervening strip of sand and throw myself
into the water. Rising again, I began to swim parallel with the shore,
when I saw my friend, who was on the point of following, stop short,
while he called out, “Come in as fast as you can!” Fully comprehending
what his eyes were fixed on, I made for the shore with all the strength
I could muster, crying out to him to throw in the largest stones he
could lay hands on.
I knew that he had seen the back fin of a shark, aroused doubtless by
my splash to the expectation of a meal. It makes me shudder even now,
when I think of that moment.
Fast as I could swim on the wings—or fins—of fear, it was at best but
crawling compared to the dart of the fish, which presently laid hold
of my ankle, his serrated teeth cutting to the bone like a razor. I
thought I was in my depth and endeavoured to touch the bottom, and
sank. The shark had instantly relinquished his hold, but I fully
expected another attack, though I managed to reach the shore without
further molestation, for the creature was darting on all sides,
confused by the pieces of rock which my friend continued flinging at
him with unflagging energy.
In great pain and rather faint from loss of blood, I scrambled on
to the sand and lay down exhausted. On coming round, I found my foot
tightly bandaged, and my doctor-friend standing over me.
He presently helped me up to the rock, where we slowly dressed
ourselves and had a chat about my narrow escape. One precaution of his
was characteristic; and that was avoiding the mention of the terrible
object he had seen when he gave me the alarm, from fear that the shock
might incapacitate me.
The appearance of a shark in this hitherto safe expanse of water is
easily to be accounted for by ingress during an abnormally high tide,
and inability to get back over the reef after the sea had sunk to its
ordinary level.
More unintelligible was the brute’s failure to nip off so much as a
foot; and I can only hazard a theory in explanation, that he must have
come at me at right angles instead of straight on end.
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