Voyage to the East IndiesPaulinus, a S. Bartholomaeo
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Voyage to the East Indies
Paulinus, a S. Bartholomaeo
India -- Description and travel -- Early works to 1800
On the 16th of October 1776 I proceeded from Maïlapuri to Sadras,
where I passed the night. The weather at that time was more
tempestuous than I had ever seen it on the coast of Coromandel;
because, as I have already observed, the winter commences there about
the 20th of October. The rain then pours down in torrents; the rivers
and streams precipitate themselves from the Gauts with prodigious
noise, inundate the highways, and swell up to such a degree that they
overflow their banks, sweep away houses, trees, men and animals, and
carry them along with them into the sea. This was exactly the case
on the 17th of October, in the morning, when I arrived at the river
_Paler_ or _Palarru_, which discharges itself into the sea on the
south of Madras. It was nearly half a mile in breadth, and flowed
along with the utmost violence and impetuosity. All the travellers
from Sadras were obliged to stop here, because there were no boats to
carry them over; and even if there had been any, it was much to be
apprehended that they would be driven out to sea by the force of the
stream. Besides others, there was an English gentleman from Madras
who intended to go to Gudelur; but when he saw the great number of
people stopped by the river, and how dangerous it would be to attempt
to pass it, he caused himself to be immediately carried back in his
palanquin to Sadras. I was extremely curious to see how the Indians
would proceed in order to get over. There were about a hundred of
us who all wished to cross the river; and I thought that if others
effected a passage I might do the same. The Indians pulled off all
their clothes, kneeled down on the sand, and raised their eyes and
hands towards heaven. Under such circumstances mankind are taught to
reverence the supreme Being; for, in cases of life or death, even an
atheist or materialist can hardly remain indifferent. After offering
up a prayer, some of the best swimmers threw themselves into the
stream, while the remaining part of the company stood gazing with
anxious expectation to see whether they would succeed in getting
over. In less than half an hour these intrepid swimmers had reached
the opposite shore. When my _Coolies_ saw this, they stripped in the
like manner, and having sought out two pieces of wood, bound them
fast together, and putting my _Dooly_ upon them, pushed it into the
water. They then desired me to place myself in the _Dooly_; to draw
up my feet, and to hold fast with both my hands. I was so terrified
at this proposal, that my heart began to palpitate. They, however,
repeated it; and as I clearly saw that it would be impossible to get
over in any other manner, I promised my _Coolies_ a rupee; contracted
myself in my _Dooly_ as much as I could; held fast by the pole, and,
rather dead than alive, sat as it were in the water, which every now
and then forced itself in around me. The _Coolies_ began to swim, and
from time to time gave the _Dooly_ a smart push, in order that it
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