MYTHOLOGY; WITCHCRAFT; SUPERSTITIONS; THE ROMAN CHURCH, ITS
MISDOINGS; LUTHER AND THE REFORMATION; WITCHCRAFT, CONTINUED; THE
COUNTERPERNE; THE READING OF THE BIBLE; THE WITCH SUFFERERS
Two thousand and more years ago the Greek and Roman States were
presided over by mythical deities under whom all lived, moved and
had their being. In every vocation of life there was a myth that
presided its destiny. These myths presided over religions school
where the power of these gods was taught. Doubtless, these schools
had many participants and graduates from the governing class; but
the poor and ignorant were not allowed to enter these mystic
religious orders, for thus could the common people be better
governed end led. But the masses were allowed to attend the
outside exhibitions, the sacrificial dances conducted by these
wise old pagan priests.
These priest-actors resorted to all manner of ways to stupfy and
bewilder the audiences, thus demonstrating the power of these
myth-gods. The people were made to hear mysterious voices,
singing, whispering, sighing, and mystic, gleaming lights. This
power of the gods, so set forth, kept the masses from revolution
and bloodshed.
Later on when Christianity made an entrance in the Roman states
and eventually took charge of its heads, it appears the Roman
Church began trying slowly and softly, to rid the people of the
popular tendency to myth worship; and, in this manner, it adopted
many of the former mythological wonders and phantoms and
side-shows handed down from the great storehouse of mythology and
paganism. It might appear that as the Christian became fully
established in Rome, myths would have been eradicated; but no;
ghosts, haunts, witchcraft, and other hallucinations grew up
instead. These superstitious ideas overspread all Christendom and
were little less hurtful than the former practices of paganism.
All such doctrine held to by the early Church and state, helped in
a great degree to blight Christanity, retarded its development,
and finally helped to bring about the dark ages.
After the early Christian Church became fully established in
Europe, the popes ruled not only spiritually but temporally
throughout all western Europe up to and after the 12th century;
later on the machinery of the Roman Church became so merged into
external government and took such little in its proper official
religious duties, that in 15th century its spiritual life began to
decay even in Rome itself. Rome was the center of this vast church
and state system, and its spiritual decay began to show itself in
many forms. The priests, both high and low, became ignorant
bigots; and gave themselves up to worldly life and to the abuse of
spiritual privileges. The papacy itself became half pagan. The
Church, having already forgotten its religious mission was now
used not even for governmental purposes but for the extravagant
and selfish luxury of the executive heads of the Roman Catholic
Church. The Church now granted indulgences for the commission of
crimes and sinful offences; the friars or preachers were going
through Europe disposing of papal indulgences; in other words, you
could indulge yourself in crime to any degree whatsoever by paying
to the priest a little money, to help build Saint Peters' or for
other even less worthy purposes. Such a scandal had the pernicious
practice become. So in the 16th century Luther and other wise
heads of the Church and of educational institutions, protested and
rebelled against the thousand misdoings that were now prevalent
and predominant; as a result, the wars of the Reformation came on,
and blood-shed in the name of God was the order of the day. In
this war, murders in all manner of ways were committed, as first
one and then the other party rose dominant. After a long contest
in Europe came out of this conflict double-creeded--Roman Catholic
and Protestant.
Now, is it not astonishing that these great Roman superstitions
cheats, imbedded so long in the mind of all Europe, were not all
wiped out in this fought-to-a-finish Reformation? But not so; the
old cherished superstitions, especially witchcraft, haunts,
ghosts, spirits, visions, etc., still hung on with a tenacious
grip, as they had been hanging on for centuries past and as they
were to hang on for centuries to come, even following our worthy
English ancestors to this land. The tenacity of such superstitions
is one of the wonders of the present enlightened age. Even those
who should long ago have known better--judges, clergymen,
generals, statesmen, lawmakers, those that have led the society of
the nations--were all imbued, little or much, with these
hallucinations.
When a reformation, led by some wiser heads, did set in to
annihilate this great incubus upon society, one is reminded very
much of trying to rid a kerosene cask, after emptied of its
contents, of its previous smell; it requires long soakings and
many washings. It is as easy to rid the fishy taint from fishy
meat as to rid the ignorant of these superstitions.
Now, as all Europe and America were saturated with them, why
should not Knotts Island, in and before the first half of the last
century, have its share of witchcraft,--visions, ghosts, haunts
and warning dreams? That is precisely what it did have.
When the writer was a child and often carried visiting at night
to neighbors homes, or when visitors would come to our home to sit
till bed-time, a cricket in the corner would be his place; and,
perched on that cricket, with hair standing perpendicular to the
scalp, he took in many horror striking tales about "haunts,"
witches and ghosts.
After this he would be afraid to go to bed, for he had to sleep
alone; and if he didn't get to sleep before his father did, he
could often hear witches and haunts coming from the stairs, across
the room toward him, cracking the sand on the floor under their
feet. Then he would squall out for his daddy. The father would get
up and assure him no witches were there. Now, if the boy could get
to sleep before his father did, he would be all right. But
frequently this squalling out would be so often repeated in one
night that his daddy would get worried at his son's pranks and
would make him dance to the the tune of a privy-bush switch; and
the fright would be over for that night. The witches always came
from the stairs and acrossed the room step by step to the bedside.
The boy got many a flogging for disturbing his papa on this
account.
These coming bedside witches, had never got on the bed is
strangle this youngster, nor to ride him out to a witch ace as
they had others; perhaps they no taste for cold riding; he began
to think possibly there might be some mistake about these bedside
witches.
His father told him that if he would uncover and look when the
witch got over him at the bed side, he would see nothing. He had
suffered so much he had determined to look the next time.
It was a lovely moon-light night; he could see almost everything
within the room; his mind was fully prepared for this severe
testing trial. By and by he heard the witch coming, as often
before, and when at the bedside; tremblingly he looked. No witch
there. This somewhat assured him. He covered up again, and again
the witch arrived: again he uncovered: and no witch there. He lay
there and tried to unravel the mystery. His covering was a woolen
counter fram in winter and a cotton one in summer; lying
flat-a-back; the counterpane; now you have it.
At first the eyes would open and close slowly, the witch far
away; then as he got more frightened and winked faster, the witch
came nearer and nearer, until she came to the bedside; then he
shut his eyes expecting to be grabbed; and squalled, and of course
the witch stopped or went away.
The counterpane and eye lashes brought him loads of trouble and
many stripes; he was only a small boy then, and he long ago bade
farewell to all these superstitious crafts.
The witch-ridden people who were continually seeing haunts and
ghosts received false impressions, so that a great many ordinary
objects seen and noises heard in the dark became hideously
"haunty." The whole brain was enveloped with layer upon layer of
ghostism.
When any noise struck the ear or a ray of light the eye it had to
penetrate these layers; there the mind received a series of these
false impressions, or phantasmagoria.
It should be remembered that the people in those days had but few
books other than the children's school books; these latter
consisted of the Blue-back Speller, Walker's Dictionary, a Popular
Lesson, and from this, they graded up to an English Reader which,
to render its lessons clear and plain, would have acquired a
Harvard graduate; but in the highest grade you could find a
Murray's Grammar; and, in every house, a Bible, or at least the
New Testament with Psalms. These last bought, paid for and read;
and no dust accumulated on them as now. Almost every family on the
Island at leisure hours, especially Sunday mornings, had some
lesson in the New Testament read aloud. Many a Sunday morning,
when the writer was a child in bed, his father would get up, do
the chores, and then sit and read aloud some of the Saints, while
my mother-in-law with an attentive ear, reverential demeanor
prepared breakfast; and very likely, at this same time, there were
scores of others doing the same thing, for the good and the bad
read this book.
As I have said before, these people read the Bible, and after Tom
Jones's meeting, their personal magnetic needle pointed toward the
"meeting-house"; but now-a-days in every house may be found stacks
of newspapers, magazines, novels and other literature in immense
quantities and qualities; the Bible appears to have been assigned
to a back-seat where dust and cob-webs gather; and, if placed on a
center table, it is there only for ornament. Reading the Bible has
grown wonderfully less outside of Sunday-schools. In olden days,
all the old people in coming home from church of preaching days,
could in one minute by the watch, find the preacher's text it
would be marked for future reference, and seldom ever forgotten.
Now-a-days, I doubt if, one in twenty, recollects anything about
the text when arriving at home but can tell in detail of dress
lectures and of the hats worn.
The old-timers though not only read the Bible but they argued the
Bible. Should one have the temerity to tackle one of these, who
believed in witch-craft and ghosts, and overtake to convince him
of the fallacy, he would soon cite to the 28th chapter, first book
of Samuel: "See if he was not, after having been dead two years,
raised from the dead by the witch of Ender, to have a chat with
King Saul, face to face, sir." "For does not the Devil enter
people and make witches of them to torment us?" "Is not the Devil
let loose like a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour?" Over
hearing such strong proof, and that from the Bible, you very
likely would find yourself squelched.
I forgot to mention in the proper place some other books read
here besides those already named:--Book of Martyrs, books of
Sea-Tales, the latter giving accounts of pirates and sea phantoms.
These books, and their like, were second only to the Bible; and
reading these startling phantom-ship tales helped the people to
keep in line with spirits and religious mysteries.
What a misfortune it was for a woman to arrive at old age with
dark eyes and hair, dark and wrinkled face for she would surely be
dubbed "witch." They were not so particular and rigid about the
complexion of a wizard, for I am sure there was a light-haired man
on there who was accused of wizardism and of having turned many of
these wizard-ridden subjects into horses and then riding them
spur-speed to a witch dance in the forest. I was young then; yet,
I knew this good, inoffensive old man well--there was none better.
There were several witches, so called, on there good old
creatures. Most of the houses, on there, at that day were clap
boarded, shingled, floored, windowed and accompanied with a
chimney. There were many cracks and peep-holes in this whip-sawed
lumber for weatherboarding and also in the doors, made of the same
lumber. Many had peep-cracks or knott holes near the beds, where
they might be used to watch for the dawn of day; for it must be
understood that seventy and more years ago, clocks were not so
plentiful and cheap as now. The time of night was pretty
accurately guessed at by the different cock-crows, the going down
of the evening stars and the first dim glaze that precedes the
morning light hence the peep-holes. The people of those days were
our superiors in guessing the time of night. The moon also was a
great factor in their guessing the time of night.
These witches and wizards, it seems, operated thus: They would
first turn to a bug on the outside; they would then utilize these
cracks and knot holes and enter the inside. The subject to be
ridden very likely had eaten much supper or was in a sickly state;
and soon he would be in nightmare land. In this condition the
crack or hole would be seen to darken; in would come the bug, fly
around with a roaring noise, dab on the floor near the victim;
going through the retransformation, there would stand the old
witch or wizard well known to the victim on the bed. Grinning
fiendishly and with a satanic spring it would land with a heavy
thud on the victims abdominal regions. Then with knees on the
victim's stomach, elbow on his breast and hands on his throat,
choking, horribly, the unfortunate was soon overcome; a sense of
the most oppressive helplessness set in; he could neither move,
nor speak, nor breathe. When the subject was near death's door,
the witch lightened up, went out as it came in, and departed to
wreck vengence on some one else; unless per chance it took a
notion to ride the victim out to a witch dance. This seldom
happened with women victims; but when a disciple of his Satanic
Majesty tackled a male, the subject was almost always turned to a
horse and ridden under spur to a dance and tied to a tree until
the dance was over at dawn.
Let it be understood by those who may read these stories that the
appellation of "uncle" and "aunt" (used much herein) applied to
old people which I may speak about, is not intended to convey
blood or marriage relationship, but these words were considered by
all, when I was a child, and it hangs on me yet, to convey a
tender, reverential respect for the old. So when I say "uncle" or
"aunt" the person referred to, may or may not be a kin to me.
After this explanation, I will go on with my story.
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