Brooke, Margaret, Lady, 1849-1936; Queens -- Malaysia -- Sarawak -- Biography; Sarawak (Malaysia) -- Description and travel
In order to allay panic as much as possible, the Rajah and I drove
or rode every morning through the Bazaar, where cholera was rife and
where the atmosphere was impregnated with the smell of incense and
joss-sticks, set burning by the Chinese in order to mitigate the
plague. Many devices were resorted to by these people, superstitious
and otherwise. I remember one magnificent junk, built regardless of
expense, the Chinese merchants and their humbler and poorer brethren
giving their dollars and cents ungrudgingly to make this vessel
glorious, as a sop to stay the ravages of the infuriated god. The junk
was placed on wheels and dragged for three miles down a bad road to a
place called Pinding, where it was launched on the waters of the river,
to be borne by the tide--it was hoped--to the sea. The procession
accompanying this vessel was extremely picturesque. Great banners,
scarlet, green, and blue, on which were embroidered golden dragons,
etc., were carried by Chinamen, and the clashing of cymbals made a most
frightful noise.
Nor was this the only procession organized whilst the cholera was at
its height. One morning, after I had been riding round the settlement,
and had got off my pony at the door of our stables across the river, I
saw in the distance a crowd of people coming along the road, shouting,
clashing cymbals, and bearing something aloft. This “something,” on
coming nearer, turned out to be a man seated on a chair looking like
an arm-chair, but formed entirely of swords, their sharp edges forming
the back, the seat, and the arms. The man was naked, with the exception
of a loincloth and a head-handkerchief. His head rolled from side to
side, his tongue protruded, and only the whites of his eyes could be
seen. I thought he must be mad or in a fit, but one of our Syces told
me the man was trying to allay the cholera. The mob following him
was screeching, yelling, bounding about, beating gongs, and making a
terrific noise. As it swept close to where I stood, I could see that no
one in the crowd took notice of anybody or anything in their way. The
procession went round the Chinese quarters of the town, and, meanwhile,
the man in the chair was apparently immune from wounds. Our English
doctor subsequently examined the chair, and having realized for himself
the sharpness of its blades, he could not understand how the man could
have escaped cutting himself to pieces.
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