A Visit to the Indian Archipelago, in H.M. Ship Maeander; With Portions of the Private Journal of Sir James Brooke, K.C.B.

A Visit to the Indian Archipelago, in H.M. Ship Maeander; With Portions of the Private Journal of Sir James Brooke, K.C.B.

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1853 edition. Excerpt: ...it on the head, the breast, below the navel, the knees, the feet, and returned to her place. They took off her rings. She crossed her arms on her breast. Two women took her by the arms. Her brother (this time a brother by adoption) placed himself before her, and asked her with a soft voice if she was determined to die, and when she gave a sign of assent with her head, he asked her forgiveness for being obliged to kill her. At once be seized his kris, and stabbed her on the left side of CEREMONIES OF IMMOLATION. 147 the breast, but not deeply, so that she remained standing. He then threw his kris down, and ran off. A man of consideration approached her, and buried his kris to the hilt in the breast of the unfortunate woman, who sunk down at once, without uttering a cry. The women placed her on a mat, and sought by rolling and pressure to cause the blood to flow as quickly as possible. The victim being not yet dead, she was stabbed again with a kris between the shoulders. They then laid her on the second platform, near her husband. The same ceremonies that had taken place for him, now began for the wife. When all was ended, both bodies were hovered with resin and cosmetic stuffs, enveloped in white linen, and placed in the--small side-house on the platforms. There they remain until the time is come when they are burned together. " It is always a near relation who gives the first wound with the kris, but never father or son. Sometimes dreadful spectacles occur; such was one at which Mr. K. was present. The woman had received eight kris stabs and was yet quite sensible. At last she screamed out, driven by the dreadful pain, ' cruel wretches, are you not able to give me a stab that will kill me I ' A gusti who stood behind...show more

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  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236990471
  • 9781236990471