Nine Short Essays eBook

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traders were driving to the plantation store, the fierce eagle in a big cage by the olive press was raging at his detention.  Within the house enclosure are an olive mill and press, a wine-press and a great storehouse of wine, containing now little but empty casks,—­a dusky, interesting place, with pomegranates and dried bunches of grapes and oranges and pieces of jerked meat hanging from the rafters.  Near by is a cornhouse and a small distillery, and the corrals for sheep shearing are not far off.  The ranches for cattle and sheep are on the other side of the mountain.

Peace be with Comulos.  It must please the author of “Ramona” to know that it continues in the old ways; and I trust she is undisturbed by the knowledge that the rage for change will not long let it be what it now is.

SIMPLICITY

No doubt one of the most charming creations in all poetry is Nausicaa, the white-armed daughter of King Alcinous.  There is no scene, no picture, in the heroic times more pleasing than the meeting of Ulysses with this damsel on the wild seashore of Scheria, where the Wanderer had been tossed ashore by the tempest.  The place of this classic meeting was probably on the west coast of Corfu, that incomparable island, to whose beauty the legend of the exquisite maidenhood of the daughter of the king of the Phaeacians has added an immortal bloom.

We have no difficulty in recalling it in all its distinctness:  the bright morning on which Nausicaa came forth from the palace, where her mother sat and turned the distaff loaded with a fleece dyed in sea-purple, mounted the car piled with the robes to be cleansed in the stream, and, attended by her bright-haired, laughing handmaidens, drove to the banks of the river, where out of its sweet grasses it flowed over clean sand into the Adriatic.  The team is loosed to browse the grass; the garments are flung into the dark water, then trampled with hasty feet in frolic rivalry, and spread upon the gravel to dry.  Then the maidens bathe, give their limbs the delicate oil from the cruse of gold, sit by the stream and eat their meal, and, refreshed, mistress and maidens lay aside their veils and play at ball, and Nausicaa begins a song.  Though all were fair, like Diana was this spotless virgin midst her maids.  A missed ball and maidenly screams waken Ulysses from his sleep in the thicket.  At the apparition of the unclad, shipwrecked sailor the maidens flee right and left.  Nausicaa alone keeps her place, secure in her unconscious modesty.  To the astonished Sport of Fortune the vision of this radiant girl, in shape and stature and in noble air, is more than mortal, yet scarcely more than woman: 

        “Like thee, I saw of late,
   In Delos, a young palm-tree growing up
   Beside Apollo’s altar.”

When the Wanderer has bathed, and been clad in robes from the pile on the sand, and refreshed with food and wine which the hospitable maidens put before him, the train sets out for the town, Ulysses following the chariot among the bright-haired women.  But before that Nausicaa, in the candor of those early days, says to her attendants: 

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