History of Sanitation
Forfatter: J. J. Cosgrove
År: 1910
Forlag: Standard Sanitary Mfg. Co
Sted: Pittsburgh U.S.A
Sider: 124
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HISTORY OF SANITATION
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directions in search of dupes. When those pilgrims who
have not died on the road arrive at their journey’s end,
emaciated, with feet bound up in rags and plastered with
mud and dirt, they rush into the sacred tanks or the sea and
emerge to dress in clean garments. Disease and death
make havoc with them during their stay; corpses are buried
in holes scooped in the sand, and the hillocks are covered
with bones and skulls washed from their shallow graves by
the tropical rains. The temple kitchen has the monopoly of
cooking for the multitude, and provides food which if fresh
is not unwholesome. Unhappily, it is presented before
Juggernaut, so becomes too sacred for the minutest portion
to be thrown away. Under the influence of the heat it soon
undergoes putrefactive fermentation, and in forty-eight
hours much of it is a loathsome mass, unfit for human food.
Yet it forms the chief sustenance of the pilgrims, and is the
sole nourishment of thousands of beggars. Some one eats
it to the very last grain. Injurious to the robust, it is
deadly to the weak and wayworn, at least half of whom
reach the place suffering under some form of bowel com-
plaint. Badly as they are fed the poor wretches are worse
lodged. Those who have the temporary shelter of four walls
are housed in hovels built upon mud platforms about four
feet high, in the center of each of which is the hole which
receives the ordure of the household, and around which the
inmates eat and sleep. The platforms are covered with
small cells without any windows or other apertures for ven-
tilation, and in these caves the pilgrims are packed, in a
country where, during seven months out of twelve, the
thermometer marks from 85 to 100 degrees Fahr. Hunter
says that the scenes of agony and suffocation enacted in these
hideous dens baffle description. In some of the best of
them, 13 feet long by 10 feet broad and 6)^ feet high, as
many as eighty persons pass the night. It is not then
surprising to-learn that the stench is overpowering and the
heat like that of an oven. Of 300,000 who visit Juggernaut
in one season, 90,000 are often packed together five days a
week in 5,000 of these lodgings. In certain seasons, how-