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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1960-08-18, Page 6Unart She Craved Wild Soar, She stared. in terror as the grain -enraged boar, blood drip- ping from its mouth, its eyes beady and red, charged faun the punt bash. it tossed the beater in front of belt to One side, then looked at her. But only for an instant, Pei' - haps, in her dark leather coat, she resembled a tree trunk. The mad beast thudded past to the beater behind. It smashed him to the ground, ripped off his loin- cloth and grunting heavily, sunk its teeth into the Indian's body. Babbot, an En;lisltwomen, was in the Indian jungle with her husband, his brother. a hunter, and beaters, A few seconds be - tore that murderous charge her brother had shot and wounded the huge boar. It had raced for enver. le::vine a trail of blood which was followed by the men After n charged and was goug- ing its victim, the other beaters raced for the only tall tree near- by and leapt into the branches. There they hung, like vultures. Babbot was alone, except for the boar and its .lust -conscious hu- man prey. "Come down," she sereamed, 'and help atet bet the pig off your brother. We might still save him!„ They looked at her with wild eyes, and nos made a movement. But the boar heard her voice, and paused in its ghoulish work. Eyes ablate with inednese and pain. it started towards her. Iler• life at stake, she raced for the tree, jumped, and caught a branch. It bent nearly to the erotmd with her weight, "Na, na." the beaters screamed, twinging precariously, "you will have us all down if you try to climb," One began clawing at her fin- gers, forcing her to loosen her grip. Terrified, she dropped to the ground and hugged the trunk, screaming with all her might: "Come quickly, for Heaven's sake! Come quickly!" She heard the report of a gun, then another, and at last felt arms around her and heard her husband say: "Oh, my sweet, what an escape you've had, Thank God you're safe!" One beater lay unconscious. The ether, by the bush, had a leg ripped from thigh to ankle. Both had to be bound up and carried back to camp. Jungle terrors galore beset this plucky Englishwoman who went out to Garachi to marry in 1932. She shared her husband's life in Central and Northern India till 1950. "Babbot" is the only name she gives in a gripping account of her experiences, "Indian Inter- val," On another "beat" they waited in long grass facing a dry stream. A herd of shrieking monkeys ran past. Suddenly, she was con- scious of a slight movement on her left side . . , slowly turned her head ... and froze. All she eould see was fawn skin with dark dosettes — a panther qui- etly sitting at her side! She wondered how she could attract her husband's attention. Her right hand started groping for his knee. She darer not move her body. Then she heard a faint elick ae he released the eafety catch, Ile had seen it too. she thuttelit She waited tensely for the shut knowing he would have to fire aeIoss herr. Then e'arne Lee deafening report. Sitnultruicouele a smell spot- ted deer leaped Irons the guise by her side , , , and in front, by the :dream bed, a huge fawn and black animal tutned a complete eommersault and landed on all four paws, its eyes gleaming. lips curled beck in a snarl, Vacs flat. The man fired again and it lay still. Her heart was beating so fast, she couldn't speak:, Not un- til later did she tell him of the fright she'd had from that little spotted deer by her side. It must have hidden there, seared by the panther, On their Par estate, near. Jhansi, they had a ploughman named Punnera, reputed to be able to drive nut devils, cure snakebite and even raise the dead. Be was also a herbalist. Clever with sick cattle. One day every year he went to a small stone temple to give thanks to the goddess for his re- covery from smallpox, and most of the villages gathered around to witness the ceremony, A plank of wood studded with nails lay on the path nearby. Three villagers squatted by it, sharpening spears, Punnera em- erged from the temple dragging a long iron chain and began swinging it back and forth over "He has gene mad — stop him!" Babbot begged her hus- band, but he held her arm and whispered: "No, just watch — you will see something you may never see again, He is now sup- posed to be possessed of the god- dess . , , Look, now they are bringing him a lime, stuck through with thorns," She saw Punnera place the thorn -packed lime in him mouth and chew it up. He then jumped on to the plank and stood on the nail heads, _gazing up into the sky. The three men with spears went towards him. The first pinched his cheek with thumb and finger and pierced the flesh with his spear. The second pinch- ed the flesh of his throat and ran the spear through. The third waited till he put out his tongue, then thrust his spear through it. Punnera stool taut on his plank of nails with the long spears through cheek, throat and tongue. A hush fell on the crowd. Babbot had to turn away through the throng — she felt sick, When she returned Punnera began trembling violently. The men pulled out their spears, he jumped from the bed of nails, shook himself like a dog, then picked up the chain and walked off quite normally to the fields. Babbot ran after him, stopped him, saw no blood, no scratch on his cheek or throat, and asked him to put out his tongue, which had no mark or disfigurement. Her husband could give her no explanation. She was sure it was no conjurer's trick. It was queer, unhealthy. Black magic? Never again was she happy or com- fortable in Punnera's presence, she says in this fascinating ac- count of her eighteen years in wlidest India. "A fool and his money are soon parted," we are told. But how do they join up originally, ISSUE 33 — 1960 RARE PHOTO OF EICHMANN - Former Nazi Coe Adolph Eich- monn, now awaiting trial in Israel for mass murder of Jews during World War Ii, posed for this photo in 1955, while in hiding in South America. Taken at Porto Alegre, in southern Brazil, ;1 is ane cf the fe',' photo, of Eichmann known to exist that were token while he was in h;dino, (Photo copyright IOOK mogozios) LAYAWAY PLAN — Chickens in this novel Btoo klyn factory need no egging on to do their duty. The man with the baskets is Murray Weiss, owner of the place where 3,500 chickens produce 2,300 eggs a day, T E.. AJJ(S jer ,'JawzAndtiew5. RED CURRANT JELLY 3 quarts fully ripe red currants 1 cup water 1 cups granulated sugar 1 tsp. butter le bottle fruit pectin Crush fruit and add one cup of water, Bring to a boil and simmer, covered for about 10 minutes. Place in jelly bag and squeeze out juice, Measure five cups into a large saucepan, Place over high heat and add sugar and butter. The latter will pre- vent scumming. Stirring con- stantly bringing to boil. Add pec- tin at once. Bring to a rolling boil, stirring constantly for one minute. Remove from heat, skim off foam with metal spoon and pour quickly into glasses. Cover at once with hot paraffin. 5 + * SPICED PLUMS 12 to 16 firm sweet plums or fresh prunes 24 to 32 whole cloves 3 cups sugar 2 cups brown sugar 1 cup water le cup cider vinegar 1.13 tsp. salt 2 2 -inch sticks whole cinnamon 1 tsp. whole allspice Wash plums. Quickly plunge in boiling water and then in cold water. Slip off skins and in- sert two whole cloves in each plum (Set aside for later use), Combine sugars, water, cider vinegar and salt in a saucepan. Mix well. Add cinnamon, Tie all- spice in a bag and add to syrup. Boil 5 minutes. While syrup is boiling, drop in plums, Boil re minute. (Do not overcook). Pack in sterilized jars. Cover with boiling syrup. Seal at once. Yield, five pinta. GRAPE CONSERVE 6 e. prepared fruit (about 31j lbs, ripe, loose -skinned grapes) t tsps. grated lemon rind tbsps. letnou juice c, seedless raisins 1 r, chopped nuts 112 c. (3le. lbs.) sugar 1 box (lee ounces) powdered fruit pectin Prepare the fruit. Slip =kips from hrapes. Add 2 cups- water to pulp; bring to a boil _and Simmer, covered, 5 minutes. Sieve to remove seeds. Chop or grind skins and i dd to pulp, Measure 6 cups into a very large saucepan. Add lemote rind, ,;trice, raisins, and nuts lo droit in saucepan. -Make the can.•erve. Measure o-ugar and set aside. Acid pow- dered fruit pectin to fruit in =nut epc ie s.nd mix well, Place, over high heal and air until mixt ore cumett 10 u hard boil. i1t once, .lit in sugar. 13rinii 7n full roiling boil and boil thud eine, minute. stirring eo - tnutiv. Remove from heat and ,kim off foam with nteuil sp,, . Then Air and skim by turns tut minute:<. 10 e•001 .s1i;;hI1 to ln'ev, i l floating fruit., Celle quickly into gl:i2eer:. Cover at ,mer ,eitle 1, ir,cai 111 p;lI5!in, PICKLED f'EACDES 3 r. sugar, white 1 e, vinegar, rider I c. water -1 oz, cinnamon sticks az, whole cloves - 4 (its. small peaches (6 1hs.1 Boil ,Igor, water, vinegar and clic!: rinnaiuna together for 10 iteteite... Into tacit peach place two whole cloves. Add these to syrup- and conk slowly for 10 mintilt,3, Pack in jars, #.tcrilizrd, i1thikr5 aI>1vut 4 pints. CUCUMBER RELISH 10 large cucumbers (remove seeds) 1 small medium cabbage 6 onions 6 green or red sweet peppers Put all ingredients through food chopper. Sprinkle gener- ously but not heavily with bait, Let stand overnight. Drain and add 9 c. sugar. to ib. mustard seed ye gal. vinegar c. flour e c. dry musts rd r s oz, turmeric Makes a paste of above ingre- dients, Add to hot mixture and simmer for two minutes. Pour into serilized jars and seal. a 1' TOMATO TAMALE lee c, onions chopped 1}l c. peaches peeled and chopped coarse Ila e. pears peeled and chopped coarse 2 c, apples *0 large ripe tomatoes 1 c. celery chopped 21fa c. brown sugar e. vinegar 2 tsps. salt 1 small hot or 6 dried peppers R tbsps. mixed pickling spice in bag Mix and cook for one hour, Seal in hot sterilized jars. 4 ,k A PEACH JAM 4 c. Prepared fruit ice c. sugar 1 bottle fruit pectin 3& 0. lemon uice Scald peaches. Slice in small, thin pieces into large kettle. Add sugar to fruit. Cook until fruit is clear, just a few minutes. Bring to full boil and add pectin and lemon juice. Boil hard about five minutes. Stir and skim con- stantly. Remove from heat. Stir and cool for a few minutes be- fore pouring into heated jars. Cover with paraffin wax at once. 'Yield is about 10 jar's A Lace -Making - School in Denmark Tonder was all cobbles a;ul curves, painted doors and roses, In the alleys antique shops were full of amber, laee and old tiles. "You ehould meet Cethrine Lorenzen exclaimed Niels Jensen. "She has a -little lace - making school at Ballum. I could ring her up and. tell her you were coming. But it is about forty kilometres from here, and in the opposite direction right hack up the coast." But I was as willing to go backwards as for- wards if it meant seeing & !ace irhool. When 1 reached 11„ LW'? 1 ve n1 Banton the ir,in r direct. ed me up an elm -lined drive alongside a barley field. At the end stood a white house; sitting on the porch, in a blue velvet dress which flowed around her ankles, was a small grey-haired lady. She rose to greet me with old-world courtesy. The house was like a museum inside, but a lovely lived-in museum, One room was blue, one rose, one gold and white, while one had its walls painted a vivid red, "That we call a Dannebrog room," exclaimed Cathrine Lorenzen. "It is from 1864. Because we could not fly the Danish flag in Slesvig then, many farms made such a room and have it still," She opened a drawer full of isle, spread a blue cloth on the table, and laid the frag- ments on it lovingly. "This is the Great Oak pattern, and this little leaf design is for a child's dress. Here is the Rose — in Copenhagen it costs three hum. Bred kroner for a yard — and for brides we make this one with a crown." On each piece hung a tiny blue label with the let- ters DTK and a lyre, "When you see such a label you know it is first quality Danish Tonder Knipling," she explained, "Now I will show you my little lace school," she went on, "Mother taught the old people, but I begin with younger ones, I want that they shall teach others, and so the art shall not be lost. I take seven pupils at a time during the summer, they stay four weeks and sleep and eat here." The school was up in the attic; the door was painted bright blue, the floor scrubbed to whiteness; windows looked out on a leafy garden, Seven lace making stands stood one behind the other; each had a brass - studded cushion from which a pair of scissors hung down on a string of glass beads; the slim wooden bobbins with their beaded ends made a central clus- ter of colour. The two pupils had been learning for a fortnight and were absolutely absorbed in their work. There was no sound hut the light rattle of their bob- bins; at intervals they would scop to examine a scrap of parchment pattern through a magnifying glass. 1 had my first lesson in lace - making on Cathrine Lorenzen's own cushion, starting Of on the Little Oak Leaf pattern. -- From "Candles in Dennlerk," icy Beryl •Miles, Entering the smoke-filled route of a blazing house fireman John McDade discovered a two-year- old child secured to e bed by plastic harness. Unable to tear the p1a-i.ic, a.url having lost his knife and axe, the resourceful fireman chewed through the harness and man- aged to release the child._ which ire ettrried to satrly. Haw The Bunted Rifle Meet Began Gunnar 11'cstling, termer. ser- geant of Canada's Heafortlt nigh. hooters, last month won rep honors in the great annual Rifle meet at Risley, England. In the Christian Science Monitor re- cently Sydney Slcllten gave an interesting account of the origin of this historic eveut, No fewer than 1,350 marksmen from all five continents were in at the start of this three -stage shoot over six 200-1,0011 yard ranges. The top 350 aIwuys go forward to the second stage and the first 100 of these shoot the final. To be in the final, or Queen's Hundred as it is termed, is a triumph tantamount in lawn tennis to reaching Wimbledon's last 16. As a matter of fact, the Wimbledon parallel is a particu- larly happy choice, It was at Wimbledon, not much more than a high lob from the centre court that the present Bisley meet was inaugurated. A century ago- they were Ifv- was raiding Harpers Ferry and ing in times troubled as much as now, In America John Brown. here in England they were pre- paring to repel a possible French invasion, Preparations to meet it were made by the establishment of a Volunteer Force, a sort of Koine Guard that operated in World War II. The poet laure- ate, Lord Tennyson, wrote a pat- riotic piece to the London Times entitled "Riflemen Form," The first of four verses rant "There Is a sound of thunder afar, Storm in the South that darkens the day! Storm of battle and thunder of war! Well if it do not roll our way. Storm, Storer, Riflemen form! Ready, be ready against the storm! Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen form! Distinguished retired soldiers, statesmen and city gentlemen joined the volunteer movement. The National Rifle Association responded by providing target practice and on July. 2, 1060 called a grand rally on Wimble- don Common, Queen Victoria and her entourage went along. She pulled a silken cord affixed to a trigger which fired the first shot. One Edward C. R. Ross won that first prize offered by the Queen and so successful and congenial was the occasion that the N.R.A. decided to make it an annual event, Thus it was until 1889 by which time the new residents of a growing Wimbledon won their case that the suburbs was not a suitable place for a rifle shoot. So the N.R.A. moved out to a site adjoining the Brigade of Guards Camp at Pirbright and at the north-west Surrey village of Sisley. Records relate that "A distinguished company as- sembled to open the new N.R.A. range at Bisley, The Princess of Wales, to her delight, scored a royal bull's-eye." Proud customs and traditions have continued through the years and none more so than the chair- ing of the Queen's Prize winner. After seating himself ceremoni- ously in a wooden chair reserved specially for this event the win- ner is carried shoulder high by his rivals round the camp to the band strains of "See the con- quering hero comes." Throughout the Meet, which nowadays extends over a fort- night; there arc dozens of sub- sidiary competitions for gold and silver prizes estimated in value of £200,000. They involve more than a million vhots. Only one competitor can be the really big shot but all the rest have a truly- wonderful rulywonderful time in an elmusphere •(f cordite and friendship. Al though there are cash prizes all the competitors are arrateur,y, 11. dusts them money to be there (fares, entry fees and accommo- dation) varying from how far they have -come. But that they come, and come again, i pretty sure testimony that Mislay is booked for -mother centenary in 301x. SMALL AS A FLY'S EYE -- The smallest grinding wheel ever made commercially is almost as tiny as the eye of a house fly. The little abrasive wheel will be used to grind miniature hall bearings which go into the production of cameras, tape -recorders, missile puidanco lystemw and other microminiature instruments,