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
Indeed, a few cases of snake-bites and fever, as well as an occasional
accident, yielded all the professional work which fell to my lot;
I felt, in fact, almost ashamed to accept my pay, but it was so
generously pressed upon me every month by the paymaster that I had not
the courage to refuse it for fear of giving offence; and my conscience
was, after all, somewhat quieted by the recollection of all I had to
endure in the shape of climatic hardship and personal inconvenience
from every kind of tormentor, insect and reptile, which in this
place converged to a focus. Crows and kites found it a most agreeable
_rendezvous_; they swarmed around from “rosy morn to dewy eve,” the
former eternally jabbering and quarrelling over the remains of defunct
animal life and the _débris_ of many a repast.
Impudent, arrant thieves as they were, not unfrequently advancing
boldly inside the barracks and other dwellings, we should have suffered
without such admirable scavengers, insatiable, and endowed with
singular intelligence, cunning, and general aptitude for the position
assigned to them by nature.
Pariah-dogs would also steal into the place by some mysterious path,
also useful scavengers, but rewarded, I fear, with more kicks than
caresses.
In Burmah, as in India, they are only half domesticated, showing the
same aptitude for education as elsewhere. They are as omnivorous as
the jackal; nothing comes amiss to them, animal or vegetable, dead or
alive. The jackal is, if I remember aright, not met with on the Burmah
side of the Arracan hills. It may be the country is distasteful to
them from the luxuriance of its vegetation; anyhow, their absence is
a blessing to mankind, were it only on account of the manner in which
they make night hideous with their weird cries, to say nothing of their
predatory proclivities and offensive smell.
Another matter of vital importance to all desirous of enjoying a
good night’s rest—upon which more depends in the tropics, where
the excessive heat so thoroughly exhausts the whole system, than at
home—was, as I soon had occasion to learn, constant attention to the
entirety of one’s mosquito-curtains, ever so small a hole being fatal
to one’s repose.
These blood-sucking savages were greatly in evidence at Pegu—as where
in the East are they not?—and of a fine, vigorous breed, gifted with
healthy appetites, and evincing a decided preference for white flesh,
wherein they resemble their pelagic prototype, the shark.
Most to be dreaded was the speckled variety, which, besides being
more active and persevering, buzzed more loudly, and secreted a more
irritating poison; a brace of them under the same canopy were not to
be brought to book except after a long and tedious chase, involving a
deal of tongue-banging and the employment of expressive adjectives,
for which it is to be hoped every allowance will be made here and
hereafter.
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