Zanzibar; city, island, and coast. Vol. 1 (of 2)Burton, Richard Francis, Sir
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Zanzibar; city, island, and coast. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Burton, Richard Francis, Sir
Africa, East -- Description and travel; Ethnology -- Tanzania -- Zanzibar; Zanzibar -- Description and travel
The idea underlying this custom is probably that which suggested the
Irish wake—a test if the clay be really inanimate. Nor would I despise,
especially during prevalence of plague or yellow fever, in lands where
you are interred off-hand, any precaution, however barbarous, against
the horrors and the shudders of burying alive. Certain Madras Hindoos,
after filling _its_ mouth with milk and rapping its face with a shankh
or conch-shell, grossly insult, as only the ‘mild Hindu’ of Bishop Heber
can, all its feminine relatives. The practice is also found in the New
World. The Aruacas (Arrawaks) of Guiana opened the eyes of the corpse,
and switched them with thorns; smeared the cheeks and lips with lard,
and applied alternately sweet and bitter words. This was a curious
contrast to the customs of the Brazilian Tupys and the Bolivian Moxos,
who, according to Yves d’Evreux and Alcide d’Orbigny, met every morning
to bewail their losses, even of their grandfathers and great-
grandfathers!
As darkness came on we saw the sands sparkling with lights, here
stationary like glow-worms or the corpusant; there flitting about like
ignes fatui or fire-flies. Such was the spectacle seen by Columbus and
Pedro Gutierrez (‘gentleman of the king’s bedchamber’) on the memorable
night when Bahaman Guanaháni was discovered. The fishermen burn dry
grass and leaves, and the blaze, like the Arabs’ ‘fire of hunting,’
which dazzles the eye of the gazelle, attracts shoals that are easily
speared. Some carried torches in canoes: now the flame floated in
crimpled water, which broke up its reflection into a scatter of
brilliants; then it reposed upon mirror-like smooths, the brand forming
the apex of a red pyramid which seemed to tremble with life, whilst the
boat was buried in the darkness of death. And so ‘fishy’ are these
equinoctial seas, that gangs of old women and children may be seen at
Pemba, and on the coast, converting their body-clothes into nets, and
filling pots, hand over hand, with small fry. I have seen them myself,
although a certain critic says, ‘No.’
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