The Life or Legend of Gaudama, the Buddha of the Burmese (Volume II)Bigandet, Paul Ambroise
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The Life or Legend of Gaudama, the Buddha of the Burmese (Volume II)
Bigandet, Paul Ambroise
Buddhism -- Burma; Burma -- Religion; Gautama Buddha
Whilst residing at Tavoy, I wished, on a certain day, to go and witness
all the particulars observed on such occasions. A most opportune event
favoured the prosecution of my wishes. A Talapoin of my acquaintance had
died a fortnight before, after thirty years of profession. His body, laid
in the coffin, was to be for ever concealed from human sight. I went
into the monastery, where I met a large party of the brethren of the
deceased, who had assembled for the ceremony. Most of them were known to
me. My reception was at once kind and cordial. Great was my surprise at
seeing, instead of the grief and mourning which the circumstance seemed
to demand, laughing, talking, and amusement, going on at a rate which
is to be called scandalous. No one appeared to take the least notice
of the deceased, whose corpse was lying at our feet. A momentary stop
was put to the indecorous behaviour of the assistants by the appearance
of two stout carpenters bringing a board four or five inches thick,
designed for the cover. They vainly tried to fit it in its place; the
hollow of the coffin was neither broad nor deep enough for holding the
corpse, though reduced to the smallest proportions. The operation was
not a very easy one to bring the board in contact with the sides of the
coffin, despite the resistance that was to be offered by the corpse. The
carpenters were determined not to be disappointed. At the two ends and
in the middle of the coffin, ropes were passed several times round it
with the utmost tension, in such a manner as to have six or seven coils
in the same place. Enormous wooden wedges were inserted right and left
in three places between the sides and the coils. On these wedges the
workmen hammered with their whole strength during about twenty minutes,
to the great amusement of all the bystanders. Each blow of the hammer
lessened the distance between the cover and the brim of the coffin. Every
perceptible success, gained over the latent resisting power, elicited a
burst of applause, and a cheer to the persevering workmen. At last all
resistance being overcome, the cover rested fixedly in its place. It is
needless to add that the corpse inside was but a hideous mass of mangled
flesh and broken bones.
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