The Horse and His Rider: Or, Sketches and Anecdotes of the Noble Quadruped, and of Equestrian NationsSpringfield, Rollo
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The Horse and His Rider: Or, Sketches and Anecdotes of the Noble Quadruped, and of Equestrian Nations
Springfield, Rollo
Horsemen and horsewomen; Horses; Horses -- Anecdotes
The tribes that, settling, some fifteen hundred or two thousand years
ago, in the regions of Europe surrounding the Baltic, brought with them
the worship of Odin, were undoubtedly of Asiatic origin, and came
probably from the banks of the Don, and the shores of the Black Sea. It
is a curious confirmation of this opinion, that the eating of horseflesh
prevailed among their descendants down to the eleventh century. Now such
a custom could never have arisen spontaneously in a country like
Germany, or Scandinavia, where the animal was comparatively scarce and
valuable, but it must have existed from the earliest times in the
inexhaustible pastures of the plains of Asia. It was practised at the
religious feasts of the Pagan north, in commemoration of the original
land of those who partook of the banquet, and was a token of adherence
to the religion of Odin. In one of Pope Zachary’s letters to Saint
Boniface, the great apostle of the Germans, he enjoins that pious
missionary to prevent the eating of horseflesh; and St. Olaf, the cruel
king, who converted the Scandinavians to Christianity by the sword, put
to death or mutilated all who persisted in using that heathenish food.
Odinism is now extinct, and no man can be tempted by hostility to
Christianity to prefer horse-steaks to beef-steaks. Yet is it not very
curious to find that neither a total change of religion, nor the lapse
of seven centuries have quite extinguished the hereditary taste of the
northern nations for such untempting viands? There has even sprung up in
Germany, of late years, a society having for its object to encourage and
promote the use of horseflesh for human food! The horse is the only
animal slaughtered for the supply of the prisoners, in the house of
correction in Copenhagen. Mr. Bremner, who courageously tasted both the
soup and the _bouilli_, says, that the latter is “tough, like the worst
kinds of beef, but by no means bad to eat, or disagreeable in taste,
only dry and thready. Had we not been told, we should have taken it for
the flesh of an ox ill fed.”
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