In his book, Cookman says the
discovery was made by Hermann Junker, a German archaeologist, in a long tomb
sealed with 41 limestone blocks, each weighing 16 tons. After six months of
work Junker finally broke through to find a disassembled pleasure yacht built
of perfectly preserved cedar. She was 143 feet long, with a beam of 19 1/2
feet, and displaced about 45 tons. The double-ender had a draft of 5 feet.
Apparently the decision to provide
Cheops with his yacht in the afterlife was a last-minute one. The burial pit
was too small to accept the yacht intact, so it was painstakingly broken down
into 1,224 pieces, complete with rigging, deckhouses, and well-worn oars — a
pair of steering oars 28 feet long and five pairs of rowing oars 21 1/2 feet
long.
Now this was not a ceremonial vessel
constructed specially for the occasion. Its hull planking, lashed together with
almost 3 miles of hemp cordage, bore deep grooves where the rope had swollen
and tightened in place by repeated floatings in the Nile. This led the archaeologists to conclude that
Cheops had used her extensively for pleasure outings.
Cookman describes her as a royal party
boat, allowing the second king of the fourth dynasty to “bask in cool Nile
breezes, trysting with his concubines, fishing, hunting, or gambling on games
of senet.”
There was a wood-paneled cabin 30
feet long and 20 feet wide — 600 square feet of opulent privacy — and forward
of this there was a 40-foot long canopy from which linen cloths hung. When these
were soaked with water, the evaporation provided an effective rudimentary swamp
cooler.
It’s extraordinary to think that it
wasn’t until the twentieth century that anyone owned a private yacht to rival
Cheops’s vessel (unless you count Noah).
And those of us who thought that yachting was started by an English king
who received the present of a boat from the Dutch in the 1600s should feel
suitably chastened by Junkers’ discovery.
[1] Atlantic, The Last Great Race of Princes, by Scott Cookman (John
Wiley & Sons, Inc.)
Today’s
Thought
You
can only drink thirty or forty glasses of beer a day, no matter how rich you
are.— Col. Adolphus Busch, Newspaper interview
Tailpiece
“You there, Bill?”“Yep.”
“You still got both arms and legs?”
“Yep.”
“You don’t feel no pain or nothing?”
“Nope.”
“Good. Then I just shot a bear.”
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1 comment:
Having your boat in the afterlife...now that is Heaven.
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