Sir Richard Francis Burton (Author) - Delphi Collected Works of Sir Richard Francis Burton

The Collected Works of

SIR RICHARD FRANCIS BURTON

(1821-1890)

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Delphi Classics 2016

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The Collected Works of

SIR RICHARD FRANCIS BURTON

By Delphi Classics, 2016

Collected Works of Sir Richard Francis Burton

First published in the United Kingdom in 2016 by Delphi Classics.

Delphi Classics, 2016.

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Richard Francis Burton was born in Torquay, Devon, in 1821, (picture c. 1811)

Burton spent the early days of his life in Elstree, Hertfordshire

Goa and the Blue Mountains was originally published by Richard Bentley in 1851. It is the authors account of his travels through Goa and sections of southwest India during a period of leave from the British East India Company Army. Burton spent time travelling along the Malabar Coast, before visiting the Nilgiri Mountains in the state of Tamil Nadu. Burton was an extraordinary linguist, who managed to master more than twenty five languages during his lifetime. He was keen to demonstrate his knowledge and proficiency in languages to his British readers and frequently positioned himself as an expert on the people he encountered and the places he visited.

Goa had been colonised by the Portuguese in the early sixteenth century and remained under their imperial control until the 1960s when India annexed and assumed governance of the territory. India gained independence from the British in 1947 and subsequently requested Portugal to relinquish their claim to Goa. The Portuguese government refused to negotiate, so in 1961 the Indian army began Operation Vijay, which saw them launch a series of land, air and sea strikes on the territory over the course of two days. It was a quick and easy victory for the Indians and resulted in ending more than four hundred years of imperial rule by the Portuguese.

Burtons observations and interpretations of his surroundings reveal his imperialist attitude and his cultural and scientifically racist views. He manages to be critical of areas of imperial rule, while also maintaining the belief that the inhabitants are extremely fortunate to be part of a European Empire. He uses overtly racist terms to describe many of the people he encounters and reaffirms the sense of European superiority. He believes that the Portuguese colonies in India had decayed and degenerated into corruption and disarray due to intermarriage between the Europeans and the indigenous population. He employs racist pseudo-scientific language to suggest biracial people have a malformation orsoftness of the brain and states they are a degraded looking race. Burton also considers interracial relations to be a treacherous political daydream and warns the British to avoid intermarriage if they wish to preserve their colonial power. Nevertheless, his detailed account of his travels evokes a vivid impression of colonial India and a time long since passed.

The first edition

The first editions title page

Bekal Fort Beach, Kerala, Malabar Coast

Nilgiri Hills from Masinangudi

TO MISS ELIZABETH STISTED

This little work,
which owes its existence to her
friendly suggestions,
is dedicated,
in token of gratitude and affection,

BY THE AUTHOR

WHAT a glad moment it is, to be sure, when the sick and seedy, the tired and testy invalid from pestiferous Scinde or pestilential Guzerat, leaves all behind him and scrambles over the sides of his Pattimar.

His what?

Ah! we forget. The gondola and barque are household words in your English ears, the budgerow is beginning to own an old familiar sound, but you are right the Pattimar requires a definition. Will you be satisfied with a pure landsmans description of the article in question. We have lost our edition of The Ship, and to own humbling truth, though we have spent many a weary month on the world of waters, we never could master the intricacies of blocks and braces, skylights and deadlights, starboards and larboards. But if we are to believe the general voice of the amphibious race, we terrestrial animals never fail to mangle the science of seamanship most barbarously. So we will not expose ourselves by pretension to the animadversions of any small nautical critic, but boldly talk of going up-stairs instead of on deck, and unblushingly allude to the behind for the aft and the front instead of the fore of our conveyance.

But the Pattimar

De suite : you shall pourtray it from our description. Sketch a very long boat, very high behind, and very low before, composed of innumerable bits of wood tied together with coir, or cocoanut rope, fitted up with a dark and musty little cabin, and supplied with two or three long poles intended as masts, which lean forward as if about to sink under the weight of the huge lateen sail. Fill up the outline with a penthouse of cadjans (as the leaves of that eternal cocoanut tree are called) to protect the bit of deck outside the cabin from the rays of a broiling sun. People the square space in the middle of the boat with two nags tethered and tied with halters and heel ropes, which sadly curtail the poor animals enjoyment of kicking and biting; and half-a-dozen black tars engaged in pounding rice, concocting bilious-looking masses of curry, and keeping up a fire of some unknown wood, whose pungent smoke is certain to find its way through the cabin, and to terminate its wanderings in your eyes and nostrils. Finally, throw in about the same number of black domestics courting a watery death by balancing themselves over the sides of the vessel, or a fever by sleeping in a mummy case of dirty cotton cloth