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Its ramparts of earth were Page 16 faced outwardly by heavy framework of hewn logs, which, on the side looking askant towards the town, were penetrated by an arched gateway and secured by heavy doors studded thick with nails. This portal opened upon a road which lay along the beach beneath the cliff, all the way to the upper extremity of the town.
Several low buildings within, appropriated to barracks and magazines, just peered above the ramparts. A few pieces of brass cannon showed like watch-dogs against the horizon, and, high above all, fluttered the provincial banner bearing the cross of England, and holding the relation of a feather to the squat bonnet which the outline of the work might suggest to one curious to trace resemblances. The province, it may be surmised, was belligerent at this day.
For although the Lords Barons of Baltimore, absolute Proprietaries of Maryland and Avalon, would fain have encouraged a pacific temper, and desired ever to treat with the Indians upon terms of friendly bargain and sale, and in all points of policy manifested an equitable disposition towards the native men of the forest, the province, nevertheless, had its full share of hard blows. There was seldom a period, in this early time, when some Indian quarrel was not coming to a head; and, young as the province was, it had already tasted of rebellion at the hands of Clayborne, and Ingle, - to say nothing of that Fendall who was fain to play Cromwell in the plantation, by turning the burgesses out of their hall, and whose sedition hath still something to do with my story.
In the view of these and kindred troubles, the freemen of the province had no light service in their obligations of military duty. One of the forms in which this service was exacted, in addition to the occasional requisition, on emergency, of the whole Page 17 population fit to bear arms, and in addition also to a force of mounted rangers who were constantly engaged in scouring the frontier, was in the maintenance of a regularly paid and trained body of musketeers who supplied the necessary garrisons for the principal forts. That of St.
Mary's, which was the oldest and most redoubtable stronghold in the province, was furnished with a company of forty men of this class who were, at the date of this tale, under the command of a personage of some note, Captain Jasper Dauntrees, to whom I propose to introduce my reader with something more than the slight commendation of a casual acquaintance. This worthy had been bred up to the science of arms from early youth, and had seen many varieties of service, - first, in the civil wars in which he took the field with the royal army, a staunch cavalier, - and afterwards, with a more doubtful complexion of loyalty, when he enlisted with Monk in Scotland, and followed his banner to London in the notable exploit of the Restoration.
Yielding to the bent of that humor which the times engendered, and in imitation of many a hungry and peace-despising gallant of his day, he repaired to the continent, where, after various fortunes, he found himself in the train of Turenne and hard at loggerheads with the Prince of Orange, in which passage of his life he enjoyed the soldierly gratification of lending a hand to the famous ravage of the Palatinate.
Some few years before I have presented him in these pages he had come over to Maryland, with a party of Flemings, to gather for his old age that harvest of wealth and ease which the common report promised to all who set foot upon the golden shores of the Indies - Maryland, in vulgar belief, being a part of this land of wonders. The captain neither stumbled upon a gold mine, nor picked up an Indian princess with a dowry of diamonds; but he fared scarce worse, in his own estimation, when he found Page 18 himself, in a pleasant sunny clime, invested with the rank of captain of musketeers, with a snug shelter in the fort, a reasonably fair and punctually disbursed allowance of pay - much better than had been his lot under former masters, - and a frank welcome at all times into the mansion of the Lord Proprietary.
Add to these, the delights more congenial to the training of his past life, a few wet companions, namely, to help him through an evening potation, and no despicable choice of wines and other comforts at the Crow and Archer, where the Captain became a domesticated and privileged guest, and it may still better be comprehended how little he was likely to repine at his fortune.
His figure had, in youth, been evidently remarked for strength and symmetry - but age and varied service, combined with habits of irregular indulgence, had communicated to it a bluff and corpulent dimension. His port nevertheless was erect, and his step as firm as in his days of lustihood. His eye still sparkled with rays but little quenched by time, although unseasonable vigils sometimes rendered it bloodshotten. A thick neck and rosy complexion betokened a hale constitution; and the ripple of a deep and constantly welling humor, that played upon his strongly marked features, expressed in characters that could not be misread, that love of companionship which had been, perhaps, the most frequent shoal upon which his hopes in life had been stranded.
His crown was bald and encircled by a fair supply of crisp, curly, and silvery hair, whilst a thick gray moustache gave no martial and veteran air to his visnomy. His dress served to set off his figure to the best advantage. It consisted of the doublet and ruff, short cloak and trunk hose, the party-colored stocking and capacious boot proper to the old English costume which, about the period of the Restoration, began to give way to the cumbrous foppery of the last century.
This costume was still retained by many in the province, and Page 19 belonged to the military equipment of the garrison of St. Mary's, where it was fashioned of light green cloth garnished with yellow lace. Arrayed in this guise, Captain Dauntrees had some excuse for a small share of vanity on the score of having worn well up to a green old age; and it was manifest that he sought to improve this impression by the debonair freedom with which he wore a drab beaver, with its broad flap looped up on one side, leaving his ample brow bared to wind and weather.
This combination of the martinet and free companion exhibited in the dress of the Captain, was a pretty intelligible index to his character, which disclosed a compound, not unfrequent in the civil wars of that period, of the precisian and ruffler - the cavalier and economist. In the affairs of life - a phrase which, in regard to him, meant such matters principally and before all others, as related to his own comfort - he was worldly-wise, sagaciously provident, as an old soldier, of whatever advantages his condition might casually supply; in words, he was, indifferently, according to the occasion, a moralist or hot-brained reveller - sometimes affecting the courtier along with the martialist, and mixing up the saws of peaceful thrift with the patter of the campaigns.
As the occasions of my story may enable me to illustrate some of these points in the character of the worthy Captain, I will not forestall the opinion of my readers, regarding him, by further remark, preferring that he should speak for himself, rather than leave his merits to be certified by so unpractised an adept, as I confess myself to be, in unriddling the secret properties of a person so deserving to be known.
Then may a man sit at his door - in the sun if he choose, for he will not find it too hot - or in the shade, if it liketh him, for neither will he find this too cool, and there hold converse with his own meditations: or he may ride or walk, dance or sing, for in this October time a man hath heart for any pastime, so rich is the air, and such pleasant imaginations doth it engender. And if he be poetical, therein will he be greatly favored; for surely never Nature puts on such gaudy attire, on earth or sky, as she wears in our October.
The morning haze, which the hoar-frost flings up to meet the sun, hangs across the landscape as if made on purpose to enchant the painter; and the evening sunset lights up the heavens with a glory that shall put that painter - even Claude or Salvator - to shame at the inadequacy of his art. And then the woods!
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Of all the months of the year, commend me to October! A small table was displayed on the pavement, supplied with a flagon, pipes, and drinking cups. The Captain's solid bulk was deposited in a broad arm-chair, close by the table. His sword and cloak lay upon a bench at the door, and a light breeze flickered amongst his short and hoary locks, where they escaped from the cover of a cloth bonnet which he had now substituted for his beaver. A sentinel stood on post at the gate, towards which the Captain, as he slowly quaffed a cup, ever and anon turned an expectant eye.
Once or twice he rose from his seat and strode backward and forward across the parade, then visited the rampart, which afforded him a view of the road leading from the town, and finally resumed his seat and renewed his solitary and slow potation. When the sun had sunk halfway down the flag-staff, the Captain's wishes were crowned by the arrival of a brace of visitors. The first of these was Garret Weasel, the publican, a thin, small man, in a suit of gray; of a timid carriage and slender voice. He might have been observed for a restless, undefinable eye, which seemed to possess the habitual circumspection of a tapster to see the need of a customer; and this expression was sustained by a rabbit-like celerity of motion which raised the opinion of his timidity.
There was an air of assentation and reverence in his demeanor, which, perhaps, grew out of the domestic discipline of his spouse, a buxom dame with the heart of a lioness. She had trained Master Garret to her hand, where he might have worn out his days in implicit obedience, had it not luckily fallen out for him that Captain Dauntrees had settled himself down in this corner of the New World. The Captain Page 22 being a regular trafficker in the commodities of the Crow and Archer, and no whit over-awed by the supremacy of mine hostess, soon set himself about seducing her worse-half from his allegiance, so far as was necessary, at least, to satisfy his own cravings for company at the fort.
He therefore freely made himself the scapegoat of Garret's delinquencies, confiding in the wheedling power of his tongue to pacify the dame. With all the tapster's humility and meekness, he still followed the Captain through his irregularities with the adhesiveness and submission of a dog - carousing on occasion like a man of stouter mould, and imitating the reveller-tone of his companion with an ambitious though not always successful zeal. He did not naturally lack merriment; but it was not of the boisterous stamp: there was, at his worst outbreak, a glimmering of deference and respect, rising up to a rickety laugh, and a song sometimes, yet without violent clamor; and the salt tears were often wrung from his eyes by the pent-up laughter which his vocation and his subordinate temper had taught him it was unseemly to discharge in a volley.
His companion was a tall, sinewy, and grave person, habited in the guise of a forester - a cap, namely, of undressed deer skin, a buff jerkin, guarded by a broad belt and buckle at the waist, and leggings of brown leather. This was a Fleming, named Arnold de la Grange, who belonged to the corps of wood rangers in the service of the Lord Proprietary.
He had arrived in the province in the time of Lord Cecilius, many years before, and had shared much of the toil of the early settlement. His weather-beaten and gaunt form, tawny cheek, and grizzled hair, bespoke a man inured to the hard service of a frontier life, whilst his erect port and firm step evinced that natural gracefulness which belongs to men trained to the self-dependence necessary to breast the ever-surrounding perils of such a service.
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He was a man of few words, and these were delivered in a Low Dutch accent, Page 23 which his long intercourse with the English had failed to correct. When his service on his range was intermitted, Arnold found quarters amongst the retainers of the Proprietary mansion, and the Proprietary himself manifested towards the forester that degree of trust, and even affection, which resulted from a high sense of his fidelity and conduct, and which gave him a position of more privilege than was enjoyed by the other dependents of the establishment.
Being, at these intervals, an idler, he was looked upon with favor by the Captain of the fort, who was not slow to profit by the society of such a veteran in the long watches of a dull afternoon. By a customary consequence, Arnold was no less esteemed by the publican. A bluff greeting and short ceremony placed the visitors at the table, and each, upon a mute signal from the host, appropriated his cup and pipe.
The round dozen which you lost to me on Dame Dorothy's head gear - a blessing on it! There is culpable laches in it. Idleness is the canker of the spirit, but occupation is the lard of the body, as I may affirm in my own person. Mistress Dorothy, I suspect, has this tardy coming to answer for. I doubt the brow of our brave dame has been cloudy this afternoon. How is it, Arnold?
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We were much beset to-day. I could not come sooner. Customers, you know, Captain, better than most men, customers must be answered, and will be answered, when we poor servants go athirst. We were thronged to-day; was it not so, Arnold? There were traders in the port, to-day, from the Bay Shore and the Isle of Kent, and some from the country back, to hear whether the brigantine had arrived.
They had got some story that Cocklescraft should be here. He never comes into port but there be strange rumors of him ahead; it seems to be told by the pricking of thumbs. Mary's is not the first harbor where he drops his anchor, nor Anthony Warden the first to docket his cargo. You understand me. Twelve bottles of Canary were a good return on that venture. The bauble sits lightly on the head of the dame, and it is but fair that the winnings should rise as lightly into ours.
But for Cocklescraft, we should lack these means to be merry. The customs are at a discount on a dark night. Well, be it so. What point Page 25 of duty calls on us to baulk the skipper in his trade? We are of the land, not of the water; consumers, on the disbursing side of the account, not of the gathering in. The revenue has its own friends, and we should neither meddle nor make. Worthy Garret Weasel has good report in the province for the reasonableness of his wines - and long may he deserve that commendation!
Faith, and with reason! Spain and Portugal, the Garonne and the Rhine, are his tributaries. Garret, we know the meridian of your El Dorado. You scarce do yourself justice. You have his Lordship's license paid for in good round ducatoons - and that's the fee of a clear conscience. So let the trade thrive! The exchequer is not a baby to be in swaddling bands, unable to feed itself.
No, it has the eagle's claw, and wants no help from thee, thou forlorn tapster! Make thine honest penny, Garret; all thirsty fellows will stand by you. You would have been so reckoned in Lord Cecil's time; and matters are less straitened now-a-days. Lord Charles gives more play to good living than his father allowed of. You remember his Lordship's father set his face against wines and strong waters. But, with humility, I protest the law is something hard on us poor ordinary keepers: for you shall understand, Arnold Grange, that at a sale by outcry, if there should lack wherewithal to pay the debts of the debtor, the publican and vintner are shut out, seeing that the score for wines and strong waters is the last to be paid.
Good and wholesome: wisely laid down by the burgesses, and wisely maintained by his Lordship. You rail without cause. Sober habits must be engendered: - your health, comrades! Then it behooves you publicans to be nice in your custom. We will none of your lurdans that cannot pay scot and lot - your runagates that fall under the statute of outcry. Let them drink of the clear brook!
There is wisdom and virtue in the law. Is it not so, Arnold? Here's to his Lordship, and his Lordship's ancestors of ever noble and happy memory! And then the death of young Lord Cecil, whilst his father was abroad, too; it was a heavy blow. My lady has never held up her head since. It is my opinion that Heaven will have its will, Captain; that's my poor judgment.
Arnold knows not your merry humor, and may believe from your speech that I am not reputable. Did I not see the very cask on't at Trencher Rob's? Did I not mark how your sallow cheek took on an ashen complexion, when his Lordship's secretary, a fortnight since, suddenly showed himself amongst the cedars upon the bank that overlooks your door, when your ill luck would have you to be rolling the cask in open day into the cellar. The secretary was in a bookish mood, and did not see you - or, peradventure, was kind, and would not heed. Jerome's when there was no sun to heat it.
Dorothy, my wife, says that the women almost swear by him, for his quiet behavior and pretty words - and they have eyes, Captain Dauntrees, for excellence which we have not. I had it from Burton, the master of the ship who brought him with my Lord to the province. You have a full ear and a good memory.
If it please you, I will tell the story, though I will not vouch for the truth of what I have only at second hand. Getting tired of the wars, he came back to England with his wife, where they lived together five or six years without children. The story goes that he was a man of fierce and crooked temper; choleric, and unreasonable in his quarrel; and for jealousy, no devil ever equalled him in that amiable virtue. It was said, too, that his living was riotous and unthrifty, which is, in part, the customary sin of soldiership.
To make the story short, Weatherby was free with his dagger, and in the street, at Doncaster, in the midst of a public show, he stabbed Alwin to the heart. But Heaven was kind and she survived it, and was relieved of her burden in the birth of a son. For some years afterwards, by the bounty of friends, but with many a struggle - for her means were scanty - she made shift to dwell in England. At last she returned to Holland, where she found a resting-place in her native earth, having lived long enough to see her son, a well grown lad, safely taken in charge by her brother, a merchant of Antwerp.
The parents were both attached to our Church of Rome, and the son was sent by his uncle to the Jesuit school of his own city. Misfortune overtook the merchant, and he died before the nephew had reached his fourteenth year. Page 30 But the good priests of Antwerp tended the lad with the care of parents, and would have reared him as a servant of the altar. When our Lord Baltimore was in the Netherlands, three years ago, he found Albert Verheyden the youth has ever borne his mother's name in the Seminary. His Lordship took a liking to him and brought him into his own service. Master Albert was then but eighteen.
There is the whole story. It is as dry as a muscat raisin. It sticks in the throat, masters, - so moisten, moisten! Master Albert is an honest youth, and a good youth, and a brave follower too, of hawk or hound, Captain Dauntrees. The blight of the year fall upon this sadness! Let us change our discourse - I would carouse a little, friends: it is salutary to laugh. Thanks to my patron, I am a bachelor! So drink, Master Arnold, mein sauff bruder , as we used to say on the Rhine. The effect of this potation upon the Captain was to give him a more flushed brow, and a moister eye, and to administer somewhat to the volubility of his tongue.
It had wrought no further harm, for Dauntrees was bottle-proof. Upon the forester Page 31 it was equally harmless, rather enhancing than dissipating his saturnine steadfastness of demeanor. He was, perchance, somewhat more precise and thoughtful. Garret Weasel, of the three, was the only weak vessel. With every cup of the last half hour he grew more supple. Here is a fig for my wife Dorothy! Come and go as you list - none of your fetch and carry! You would have done deadly havoc amongst the round-heads, if they but took you in the fact of discharging a wager.
But you were scarce in debt after this fashion, at Worcester, my valiant drawer. An evil destiny kept you empty on that day. The world is slanderous, though I care little for it. You said you would be merry; shall we not have a song? The elder of the two was a youth just on the verge of manhood. His person was slender, well-proportioned, and rather over the common height.
His face, distinguished by a decided outline of beauty, wore a thoughtful expression, which was scarcely overcome by the flash of a black and brilliant eye. A complexion pale, and even feminine, betokened studious habits. His dress, remarkable for its neatness, denoted a becoming pride of appearance in the wearer.
It told of the Low Countries. A well-fitted doublet and hose, of a grave color, were partially concealed by a short camlet cloak of Vandyke brown. A black cap and feather, a profusion of dark hair hanging in curls towards the shoulders, and a falling band or collar of lace, left it unquestionable that the individual I have sketched was of gentle nurture, and associated with persons of rank.
This was further manifested in the gay and somewhat gaudy apparel of his companion - a lad of fourteen, who walked beside him in the profusely decorated costume of a young noble of that ambitious era, when the thoughtless and merry monarch of England, instead of giving himself to the cares of government, was busy to invent extravagancies of dress. The lad was handsome, though his features wore the impress of feeble health. He now bore in his hand a bow and sheaf of arrows. Dauntrees started abruptly from his seat, at this accost, smiled with a reddened brow, and made a low obeisance.
The cessation of the song left Garret Weasel what a mariner would term "high and dry," for like a bark floated upon a beach and suddenly bereft of its element, he remained fixed in the attitude at which the music deserted him, - one foot raised, an arm extended, and his face turned inquiringly over his shoulder.
His amazement upon discovering the cause of this interruption, brought about a sudden and ludicrous affectation of sobriety; in an instant his port was changed into one of deference, although somewhat awkwardly overcharged with what was intended to represent gravity and decorum. Arnold de la Grange rose from his chair and stood erect, firm and silent.
You, Arnold de la Grange, will be pleased to accompany the Captain. Dauntrees flung his sword-belt across his shoulder, put on his cloak, delayed a moment to secure the remaining flasks of wine, and then beckoned to the ranger to follow him. The publican tarried only until his companions were out of sight, when, curious to know the object of the errand, and careful to avoid the appearance of intrusion, he followed upon the same path, at a respectful distance, - stepping wisely, as a drunken man is wont, and full of the opinion that his sobriety was above all suspicion.
THE day was drawing near to a close, and the Proprietary thoughtfully paced the hall. The wainscoted walls around him were hung with costly paintings, mingled, not untastefully, with Indian war clubs, shields, bows and arrows, and other trophies won from the savage. There were also the ponderous antlers of the elk and the horns of the buck sustaining draperies of the skins of beasts of prey.
Muskets, cutlasses and partisans were bestowed on brackets ready for use in case of sudden invasion from that race of wild men whose stealthy incursions in times past had taught this policy of preparation. The level rays of the setting sun, striking through the broad open door, flung a mellow radiance over the hall, giving a rich picture-like tone to its sylvan furniture. Lord Baltimore, at the period when I have introduced him, might have been verging upon fifty.
He was of a delicate and slender stature, with a grave and dignified countenance. His manners were sedate and graceful, and distinguished by that gentleness which is characteristic of an educated mind when chastened by affliction. He had been schooled to this gentleness both by domestic and public griefs. The loss of a favorite son, about Page 36 two years before, had thrown a shadow upon his spirit, and a succession of unruly political irritations in the province served to prevent return of that buoyancy of heart which is indifferently slow to come back at middle age, even when solicited by health, fortune, friends, and all the other incitements which, in younger men, are wont to lift up a wounded spirit out of the depths of a casual sorrow.
Charles Calvert had come to the province in , and from that date, until the death of his father, thirteen years afterwards, administered the government in the capacity of Lieutenant-General. Upon his accession to the proprietary rights, he found himself compelled by the intrigues of a faction to visit London, where he was detained nearly four years, - having left Lady Baltimore, with a young family of children, behind him, under the care of his uncle Philip Calvert, the chancellor of the province.
He had now, within little more than a twelvemonth, returned to his domestic roof, to mingle his sorrows with those of his wife for the death of his eldest son, Cecilius, who had sunk into the tomb during his absence. The public cares of his government left him scant leisure to dwell upon his personal afflictions.
The province was surrounded by powerful tribes of Indians who watched the white settlers with an eager hostility, and seized every occasion to molest them by secret inroad, and often by open assault. A perpetual war of petty reprisals prevailed upon the frontier, and even sometimes invaded the heart of the province. A still more vexatious annoyance existed in the party divisions of the inhabitants divisions unluckily resting on religious distinctions - the most fierce of all dissensions.
Ever since the Restoration, the jealousy of the Protestant subjects of the crown against the adherents of the Church of Rome had been growing into a sentiment that finally broke forth into the most flagrant Page 37 persecution. In the province, the Protestants during the last twenty years had greatly increased in number, and at the date of this narrative constituted already the larger mass of the population. They murmured against the dominion of the Proprietary as one adverse to the welfare of the English Church; and intrigues were set on foot to obtain the establishment of that church in the province through the interest of the ministry in England.
Letters were written by some of the more ambitious clergy of Maryland to the archbishop of Canterbury to invoke his aid in the enterprise. The government of Lord Baltimore was traduced in these representations, and every disorder attributed to the ascendancy of the Papists. It was even affirmed that the Proprietary, and his uncle the Chancellor, had instigated the Indians to ravage the plantations of the Protestant settlers, and to murder their families.
Chiefly, to counteract these intrigues, Lord Baltimore had visited the court at London. Cecilius Calvert, the founder of the province, with a liberality as wise as it was unprecedented, had erected his government upon a basis of perfect religious freedom. He did this at a time when he might have incorporated his own faith with the political character of the colony, and maintained it, by a course of legislation which would, perhaps, even up to the present day, have rendered Maryland the chosen abode of those who now acknowledge the founder's creed.
His views, however, were more expansive. It was his design to furnish in Maryland a refuge not only to the weary and persecuted votaries of his own sect, but an asylum to all who might wish for shelter in a land where opinion should be free and conscience undisturbed. Whilst this plant of toleration was yet young, it grew with a healthful luxuriance; but the popular leaders, who are not always as truly and consistently attached to enlightened freedom as we might be led to believe from their boasting, and who incessantly aim to obtain power and make it felt, had no sooner acquired strength to battle with Page 38 the Proprietary than they rooted up the beautiful exotic and gave it to the winds.
Amongst the agitators in this cause was a man of some note in the former history of the province - the famous Josias Fendall, the governor in the time of the protectorate - now in a green old age, whose turbulent temper, and wily propensity to mischief had lost none of their edge with the approach of gray hairs. This individual had stimulated some of the hot spirits of the province into open rebellion against the life of the Proprietary and his uncle. His chief associate was John Coode, a coarse but shrewd leader of a faction, who, with the worst inclinations against the Proprietary, had the wit to avoid the penalties of the law, and to maintain himself in a popular position as a member of the house of Burgesses.
Fendall, a few months before this era, had been arrested with several followers, upon strong proofs of conspiracy, and was now a close prisoner in the jail. Such is a brief but necessary view of the state of affairs on the date, at which I have presented the Lord Proprietary to my reader. The matter now in hand with the captain of the fort had reference to troubles of inferior note to those which I have just recounted.
When Lord Baltimore descried Captain Dauntrees and the ranger approaching the mansion from the direction of the fort, he advanced beyond the threshold to meet them. In a moment they stood unbonneted before him. Choose for yourself, and Master Verheyden shall look to the cost of it. Jerome's: the old wives will have it that it is inhabited by goblins and mischievous spirits - and, it truth, wiser people than old women are foolish enough to hold it in dread.
Father Pierre tells me he can scarcely check this terror. Jerome's," said the Captain. I know the house: the gossips call it The Wizard's Chapel. It stands hard by the hut of The Cripple. Truly, my Lord, he who wanders there at nightfall has need of a clear shrift. Some of these marvels have I witnessed with my own eyes. There is a curse of blood upon that roof. He dwelt in this house at St. Jerome's in Clayborne's day, and took part with that freebooter; - went with him, as I have heard, to the Island, and was outlawed.
They were all murdered, people say, by his own hand.
You speak as a witness. Jerome's bay, - it was very dark - and the four windows of the Wizard's Chapel, that looked across the beach, were lighted up with such a light as I have never seen from candle or faggot. And there were antic figures passing the blaze that seemed deep in some hellish carouse. We kept our course, until we got almost close aboard, - when suddenly all grew dark. There came, at that moment, a gust of wind such as the master said he never knew to sweep in daylight across the Chesapeake.
It struck us in our teeth, and we were glad to get out again upon the broad water. App Download. US UK. Thank you for subscribing! Please check your email to confirm your subscription.
Our Stores. Apply Filter Remove Filter Categories. OMR 3. Night and Day OMR 8. OMR 5. OMR 2. Whom do You Say that I Am? OMR 4. All the latest offers delivered right to your inbox! We Accept. We are told that the human being not only exerts himself to the limit to survive but, once this is seen as fairly certain, he has the urge to act in a creative way — to create something.
The creative urge makes for originality. One experiences a wave of the great basic creative something that is half power and half higher inspiration. The thing created is unlike copies in that it has a stirring effect on others. There is a contagion of released creative energy. An example is set up and the group imitates and shares the sudden individual growth. The na kahuna had a name for the inspiring entity. Helen Curry has generously sent me a copy of their mimeo article describing their discovery of this theory and a technique to go with it.
She writes as of December 31st, last :. I am sending you a copy of a technique which I stumbled onto about five months ago. This technique, in Huna terms, establishes — it would seem — a condition whereby the Aunihipili and Auhane can contact and cooperate with the Aumakua. This is done without relinquishing free will.
Strangely enough, it works even for people having strong guilt complexes. Instead of going into reverie and recalling any pleasant past experience, the direct effort is made to discover some past experience in which the rare moments of creative and inspired drive were experienced and something done, created, or produced. Once this type of incident is recalled, it is used as a springboard. The trick is to prime new periods of integration of the three selves in the way one primes a pump with a little old water to get a great supply of fresh water.
I am anxious to see the Currys and A. Kitselman compare notes. Perhaps they already have. The inclusion of the Aumakua is inevitable, to my way of thinking, and once the proper approach is made, even in part, the path should be cleared of hindering complexes and the drives of those so aided should become normal, strong and creatively direct. With the normal condition of intercourse reestablished between the three selves of the individual, the psychosomatic ills should vanish as snow in the sun.
A neatly printed 8-page pamphlet by Francis I. Regardie, D. D, which deals with his late discoveries and theories in the psychoanalytic field of approach. As always, Dr. Regardie writes with surpassing clearness and, as is to be expected from him, he documents his sources of information with most satisfying care. While Dr. Regardie has not included the Aumakua as yet in his theories or methods, I feel that he may in due time.
I must find his address, write to thank him for the pamphlet and suggest that he consider adding the Aumakua, for few are more familiar with the materials of the occult than he. The patient to be treated for fixation troubles is made to gag by using a tongue depressor. This causes a strong action of the diaphragm and stirs the Aunihipili to marked action. The nature of the fixations can, at least in part, be judged by the degree of repression or open violence of the regurgitation which is brought about, and the end result is an emotional reaction. Physical action is much to be desired here, and objects are provided which the patient may pound.
Words are brought forth, submerged ideas aired, and the process of rationalization set into motion. This, by the way, is entirely apart from Dianetics, and the technique which is described was in use before L. Sent to me this week by the author, Dwight H. Bulkley, of S. Mills Ave. This work has sold widely in type-sheet form and it is a pleasure to see it in the present edition.
As yet I have not had time to get out my magnifying glass and try to read it, but it looks most impressive. I have a hope that in it I may discover something to stand as the Aumakua, at least in a degree, in the processing methods which are described. Whether the conclusions given are right or wrong, I may not be able to determine, but from a hasty glance through the pages and at the material offered, I anticipate delightful and informative reading when I can find a little time. Already deep in the use of Huna when Dianetics appeared, the work of combining the two was at once tried out with excellent results.
Nan introduced Huna at the recent Dianetics conference at Wichita, Kansas, and turned the thought of a number of leading auditors in that direction. My local pharmacist never heard of the remedies, and I have no information as to which flowers are included or where the 38 remedies may be purchased, or the charts to go with them.
Brunler, has been explained. The theory is that when a drug or chemical or flower extract — anything — is dissolved in water, its molecular parts are in some way changed, and the more the solution is watered, the greater the change that is brought about as the molecules in solution are more widely separated.
Homeopathic remedies have long been made up under this theory, with poisons cut with water to the extent that one-to-a-million parts of potentization are not uncommon. An experiment was carried out by Dr. Brunler in which he potentized a drop of blood taken from an aged and impotent bull in India, then injected back into the veins of the bull a dose of the solution. The bull was renewed in an amazing way and was put back to herd use for some further time. The same experiment was tried on an aged and dying man in England, his health and strength being brought back for more years of life.
They wanted ways to sell more fertilizer, not less. The farmers, on the other hand, who find that the land is poisoned by the parts of fertilizers which remain after the growth-stimulating elements have been used up, would undoubtedly be greatly interested in a system which would give better results and avoid the poisoning. In fact, I have worried about them during the recent rains which have kept my garden beds and parts of my lawn covered with water. I noticed that some worms migrated across the walks — to what new place, I have no idea — so hope that they all were able to find the more sloping places where the soil would be less saturated and the chances better for the little fellows who are so much like the subconscious, keeping below the surface, but pushing up dirt.
These two have created much interest in HRA circles. Recently she and Mr. I have had a number of letters telling of the healing results. There are those who report no benefit, those who report some benefit, and those who have either had a complete healing or very marked betterment of conditions. HRA L. She raised her arm up straight and also swung it backwards, and her facial expression was one of surprise, then joy. Another woman, with a foot condition so painful that she would not let anyone touch it, walked and stamped her foot hard on the floor. One stone deaf woman heard Rev. Curl faintly two times.
All the healing was done very simply and there were many smiles exchanged, showing the influence of love. Curl had spent the whole day in healing and had not had time to eat. Would you suggest it in your next Bulletin? Curl looked so tired on Sunday Morning. I have no way of knowing to what extent he has helped, but it may be considerable.
A friend and her husband in Florida, reported that as soon as they placed 6 similar pictures in their home, and began to hope for help from Hoo-la their luck changed for the better and many good things came to them while health remained normal. The picture, as I explained in an earlier Bulletin, is a photo copy of a larger crayon portrait done by psychic sight of the spirit, by Frank Leah in London in My copy was presented to me.
I do not know whether other copies are available, or at what price, but will ask next time I have the opportunity. At this writing, Rev. Curl is in San Jose, Calif. Curl told me, at the time of our visit, that some people were so constituted that if they stood near her while she worked, the power was greatly augmented and the healing much better. On the third treatment he said there was a normal feeling in the cheek for a period of about 10 seconds. That was Sunday. Today, Wednesday, there is some kind of action taking place as there seems to be pain in the scar, which is directly over the injured nerve.
I will report later on further developments. HRA Don K. Curl, January 16th, there was a feeling of warmth in my left ankle in which the arthritic condition was centralized. The usual pain was greater the rest of the day, increasing at night and interfering with my sleep. On the 17th the pain was still sharp. About 10 A. I felt a sense of lightness and walked across the room. The pain was less than half of what it had been a few minutes previous. I could bend the left ankle farther each way without wincing from pain.
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Through the 18th the condition was much the same, but by evening there was a slight decrease of the remaining pain. On the 19th I had another treatment, and by this time my friends who had heard of the treatments agreed that they had noticed a change in my walking and that I looked healthier and happier. On Sunday, January 20th I had very little pain. I attended Rev. Walked home in the wet without feeling a pain. Monday the 2lst, no noticeable pain upon arising and setting foot on floor. First time in several years. Up to 10 A. Quote this as a testimonial if you wish, for other HRAs. I am so thankful to have been directed to Rev.
HRA J. Curl was in Los Angeles about a month back, reported by phone as of January 25th, that the arthritic condition beginning in the spine and causing much worry has completely gone. The painful condition in the hands has almost completely gone and she has high hopes of a complete and lasting cure in every respect. HRA E. This group work continues steadily at 3 and 7 P.
California time. Many report no results. Many others report partial or complete healing of body or circumstances. Here is a letter from HRA H. It is one of the kind that makes my work of acting as the head and center of the TMHG so very worthwhile. I quote. You must receive it at your end of the line this time. And Cigbo, that dear little guy, words fail to describe him. This last year has been remarkable in its changes, so subtle, so unseen, yet so real. The gloom has passed, there is harmony and understanding; my eyes are so improved. My son has finished his thesis and I am able, with the help of the Great Healing Spirit, to do the typing for him.
My daughter is succeeding well in school and is the happiest, gayest mortal now. My husband is changed. There is no greater thing than the power of Love. A million thanks for your attention and your efforts. I am that person. I might say it this way. I have trained in the orthodox manner and have prided myself, smugly, on this. Better still, I am prompted to investigate, with resultant acceptance, the other great religions and philosophical systems. This is poorly stated, but it all adds up to a grateful attitude packed with excitement as I face the future.
Comment: Such warm praise as this is most encouraging to me and allows me to feel that what I am able to do to share the little I know of Huna and related subjects, is well worth the candle which I burn at both ends here at the Study. More than that, I often am given in turn the most priceless findings in their particular lines of psycho-religious testing and experimentation. In an earlier Bulletin I mentioned the fact that Mrs. Tarpey had for years healed by contact and had used the Bovis Biometer in diagnosis and in the measurement of radiations from objects as well as people.
She also painted pictures in oils, blessing the healing power into the materials used. These pictures proved to have very definite and continuing powers of healing for those who sat and looked at them. Tarpey, unable to paint enough pictures to go around to those who, like myself, begged for one, set about experimenting to find what other thing would hold the healing radiations and be easier to provide. A certain kind of woolen blanket cloth was found admirable for the purpose, and she generously offered to make ready a piece of it and send it for our HRA testing and use.
It came in the mail a week ago with this note:. This piece goes up to degrees Bovis. I test sensitivity by letting a patient hold an irradiated piece in the left hand while putting the right hand thumb point on the stud of the Biometer. I am sure you will have many ways of finding out what this way of sending the influence can do. I will try to think up other experiments to send you. I am deeply interested in all you tell in your Bulletins about your work.
I am personally much indebted to Mrs. Tarpey, and am sure that the entire HRA membership will join me in my delighted thanks. I am now waiting until the next visit with HRA Cameron to get him to run a check on my several tests with the Aurameter. In a roll, it sends out a ray that pushes the tip of the Aurameter away strongly even at a distance of three feet.
At the sides there seems to be a pulling force, and over the square when laid flat, there is a large and extensive aura structure. The cloth itself seems to have a prickly feeling or tingle hardly to be expected even from a fabric of roughish, felted wool. Anderson is a gifted psychic and was able to sense a fine golden light around the ivory figurine, also a spirit of very high grade connected with it. The cloth and sponge gave no such impressions, but when the prayer action was under way and my hands and the objects were in contact with the letters in the box, she saw a very white light gather over them, and then many hands appearing above my own as if taking part in the healing work that was being attempted.
She feels that we have a very fine and very strong force center here. I have been corrected by several HRAs who are astrologers of long experience and who speak with authority. They all assure me that if the horoscope is correctly set up, and then correctly read, it is highly reliable. Manley P. Hall said once in a lecture on the subject, that he considered the score of hits about with the good readings of horoscopes. I fear my own failures in reading my horoscope come from very poor reading. It is probable that I read expecting to find definite events in my progressions instead of general trends.
How much there is that we need to know more completely and in finest detail. I wish there were some special form of recognition I could offer to show what your unwavering understanding and support has meant to me month by month and year by year. There are only a few of you, and there have been perhaps a thousand who have come and quickly moved on to other things. On the list of those who have been aboard the good ship HRA for three years, there are many more, and these of you are almost as greatly appreciated. Of course, the length of time is not the real measure of the quality of the membership, and some of the most recent arrivals promise to be unfaltering pioneers to stand long beside us.
So, shall I say that all of you who have gold stars due in your records as HRAs are, at this birthday time, extended my warmest greetings and renewed thanks. I have a strange inner feeling that we have just been passing some unseen landmark in our work together, and that something new and highly illuminating is on the way to us. Perhaps we will soon find ourselves beginning a new and broader phase of the research and testing.
Last week I asked for a dream to symbolize what was ahead. I got one of clearest water — spreading far and wide. Bach Flower Remedies: How to potentize, as explained by Dr. Oscar Brunler. Potentiated mana. Bach Remedies information has been requested by a number of HRAs after the mention of them in recent Bulletins.
The following information has been supplied by HRA F. For contact with his followers, write to Miss Nora Weeks, Mt. Vernon, Statwell, Wallingford, Berks. No titles or costs were given. Oscar Brunler explained the standard method to me. Take one part of substance and mix it with ten parts pure water. Take one part of that mixture and mix with another ten parts of water. Repeat as often as desired.
Each operation thins the solution a tenth. The substances are said to gain in potency because the atoms of which they are constructed are caused to expand as they are stretched ten fold, or a thousand in spreading equally through the solution. This is said to cause the rate of vibration to increase in speed and so cause small amounts of the original substance to have much greater power.
It is supposed by many that such traces may have a catalytic effect, not themselves entering into chemical actions, but causing, by their presence, the reactions between other chemicals which normally would not react one on the other. I gather that different substances give very different results when potentized. Brunler tells of amazing results in the use of potentized chemical fertilizers.
On the other hand, an HRA wrote to tell me that some years ago, in Florida, Browne Landon had advocated the potentizing of fertilizers, but that the result, in his hands, were not sufficiently satisfactory to be conclusive. Inorganic substances may give very different reactions. A flower extract may be a very complex mixture compared to a simple nitrate salt. Organic gardeners tell us that chemical fertilizers leave substances in the soil which are very bad for plants, and some go so far as to stop the use of animal manures.
Evidence accumulates to show that insect pests and diseases attack crops far more freely if they have been grown on ground treated with chemical fertilizers. Food values are also inferior in such crops. We are slowly learning that Mother Nature knows best in her methods of growth relative to plant and animal life. Refined and chemically preserved foods are suspected of being the cause of a host of modern ills. The pendulum seems to be very useful to tell one what food is right and what food is poor or even harmful.
HRA F. We know of no non-living force which can be so controlled, as, say, ordinary electricity. In my book, I suggested the idea of stepping up the vibration of the force much as we do in handling electricity. But, be that as it may, it appears quite evident that something is done to change the vital force so that it can perform in a way not seen under ordinary circumstances.
This case was called to my attention by HRA E. In his youth, he discovered that when walking 20 paces behind a beautiful girl in Naples, he felt an overpowering urge to reach out and touch her. His hand went through the motion of touching the girl in a caress. The girl reacted as if actually feeling the hand.
She cried out and turned to see who had touched her. Seeing no one closer than 20 paces away, she fainted.
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Supposedly from the fright of the supranormal experience. It proved useful in healing, although the article says only that when this man visited New York recently, the Italians learned that he was there and swarmed to Wei in the hope of being healed, although he avoided them because such practices are outlawed here.
The writer of the article, won the opportunity to test the power to make his touch felt by another at a distance, and later brought in magicians, a psychical research officer and others to assist. His subjects simply sat still with closed eyes so that they could not see when or how he made the motions with his hands. Remember the time lag noted by HRA Cameron in waiting for the Aurameter to react to force beams from the hands.
That this aka projection can be filled with invisible ectoplasmic substance taken from the body of the operator is to be guessed. We have but to recall the experiments of Dr. Crawford with the Goligher girl, Kathleen around the year , to reach the conclusion that the ectoplasm came from the sensitive. Nandor Fodor. The only thing that leaves a person exhausted is an exhaustion of the vital force or mana.
Doctors recognize this fact now. When demonstrating, his face became red and he panted as with a great exertion as, we must remember, did the mesmerist observed in Hollywood not long ago when he worked up his mesmeric power in preparation for the work of knocking subjects unconscious from their chairs. One more thing, and this is very important to a full understanding of the matter.
In Dr. It rang a bell or lifted a heavy table. Step by step by step we arrive at clearer understanding of the way the unseen elements of the three selves of man can and do work. Prayer and mana exhaustion have often gone together for many of us in our Huna prayer-action experiments and in the TMHG as well, as when trying to heal individuals with physical contact. Sleep is the natural reaction to a lack of mana.
Others have had the same experience. All of us have swiftly revived. Kneeling for prayer seems to go back for many centuries, and this may have significance as a physical stimulus for the Aunihipili to get it to do its part in the making of the contact with the Aumakua. This is especially true for one who has been accustomed in childhood to kneel for prayer, as the Aunihipili has learned that signal as a prelude to prayer.
The Baron Ferson method of gathering a surcharge of mana is to extend the arms away from the body at the sides and to spread the feet and legs as far apart as one can comfortably. This may be right. The stance and method work very well. On the contrary, we may guess that if we wish to keep the mana charge close in the body, we should draw the legs and arms close to the bodily centers. Kneeling does this and so does clasping the hands over the chest in the time-honored attitude of prayer.
Suppose we say that the Aunihipili sends mana over the aka thread from the solar plexus region outside the body, and that this strong aka thread is guided between the hands and comes up between the cupped palms and out through the space between the finger tips. Note that there will be a small space between the two middle or second fingers if the finger tips are brought to a point instead of being spread out like a fan to a slight extent. The first, third and fourth fingers touch in this position which we are testing, but not the second.
One first assumes this position just as a test to see that it is easy to assume. Then the mana surcharge is accumulated and the position again assumed. The picture is then mentally held for the Aunihipili — the picture of the forces flowing up to the Aumakua through the aka thread passing upward from the tips of the second fingers, but, in addition, the picture is held of the force rising from the spinal region and coming out through the top of the bowed head.
The head being bowed, the flow from it points to the upward flow on the aka thread or cord rising from the hands. Picture them joining and flowing upward. Ask for the return flow. On other days, experiment by picturing the flow as rising first from hands, then from head, alternating slowly or rapidly. And, as the third experiment, try picturing the complete mana circuit of flow established and going up to the Aumakua by one route and returning by the other, or alternating. If your experience is like mine has been, I think it probable that you will find the top of the head is where the return flow comes back into the body.
You may experience some unusual sensory stimulation, but that is something I cannot predict. Please report back so that we can average our findings in the mechanics of prayer as to position, and have a report on the results in a Bulletin. This gentleman was at some pains to explain that he had learned early in his experiments that he could not control the projected part of himself — in the tangible form of a hand — and be sure what part of another person it might touch, especially with women.
For this reason, he explained, he made it a habit to demonstrate only on men and so save the chance of embarrassment. This shows very clearly that the Aunihipili is the one sending out the aka hand to make the touch. It also shows that, in doing so, it is acting on its own although it may have been caused to act by a command from the Auhane. This agrees with our Huna findings that we can only issue the order, as na Auhane, when it is time to contact the Aumakua in prayer and send the offering of mana. The Aunihipili must take over then and make the contact as well as send the flow — while we relax and hold before us the mental images of the conditions which we desire to have provided for us in our bodies or surroundings.
It takes some time to train the Aunihipili to its part in effective prayer, but it also takes time to teach the Aunihipili to play its part so we can read. HRA S. I followed the pull and the Aurameter outlined for me a cylinder of mana, or other force, about 4 feet in diameter, with a downward flow as shown by the downward pull of the head of the meter until it reached the level of the bed and turned at a right angle — to pass through the wall of the room and out into the yard.
I have not traced it far enough outside to know where it goes. This is not a thought-form, but a continuous downpour of mana. I have measured it every day, morning, noon and night from January 15th to February 4th and the force never varies in size or direction of flow. I think it is a continuous downpour of mana from the Aumakua. I also think it has healing power, for whenever I have trouble with my eyes, I can go and lie down with my head in the downpour and ask to be healed, and I am healed. It must be remembered that HRA S. From such an experienced student in the psycho-religious field, and one with excellent psychic gifts, such a report as this cannot but carry weight and set us all thinking on new lines.
There seems to be a whole world of forces and vibrations of which we have been almost unaware, but which need greatly to be understood. All are published in England. Where before the pain was steady, it now comes occasionally in surges, then disappears for periods… The pains are sharper but briefer. As the condition has been there for several years, I certainly do not expect an instantaneous healing.
I am inclined to think something is working out there. When his control, Minnie Brown, materialized, I asked her what she thought of Mr. She replied that they were wonderful people. While the form remained there briefly, a slightly higher pitched voice said to give his greetings to Mrs. Curl and predicted that in a not too long time, she would return to England, where she is wanted badly.
She said that one of his helpers, Kapiolani, had spoken for him. She has no plans ahead, and cannot say where she and Mr. Curl will go next. I give this information because so many have written to me to ask whether their vicinity will be visited and if so, when. No answer can be given to this question at present.
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Letters reporting successful results from her treatments continue to come in. It will be recalled that Huna is the science of man both in life and after death, at least in so far as it presents a rounded system of psychology. Spirit healing, therefore, is a definite and legitimate part of the practices of Huna. Cigbo will be greatly served in keeping up the stamp supply, if postage to this amount is sent with each Bulletin requested for self or a friend. This is a very important thing to understand correctly. We have no way to know by direct insight what impurities may be carried on the mana flows to na Aumakua or what the results of such a sending may be.
However, we have in Huna the evidence that the same problem was met and an answer evolved thousands of years ago — when the language of Polynesia was being evolved. The same problem was met in early religions such as Christianity, in fact, in any religion demanding sacrifices to the gods. Most religions lost sight of the secret behind sacrifice — the secret that mana was the one and only acceptable thing to be offered. In the roots and symbol meanings of the language of na kahuna, we find the answers to our own questions as given above.
The human body is the altar from which mana rises in our prayer actions as our sacrifice. Ceremonial washing was universal in early religions in the Near East. For our purposes, as we work to win back a working understanding of Huna, it is enough that we learn that the sacrificial offering of mana is acceptable no matter what the condition of the one making the offering.
Na Aumakua are very kind. This we learn over and over. They stand ready to cleanse our soiled faces times without number when we look up to them.
Huna is very simple, very easily understood and very easy to live by, once the secret of its symbols are brought to light. HRA N. It is nothing specific that I can put my finger on, but I find that small worries that used to bother me, never get a hearing now.