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<h2>CHAPTER III</h2>
<h3>SAMHAIN</h3>
<p>On November first was Samhain ("summer's
end").</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Take my tidings:<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Stags contend;<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Snows descend—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Summer's end!<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"A chill wind raging,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The sun low keeping,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Swift to set<br/></span>
<span class="i0">O'er seas high sweeping.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Dull red the fern;<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Shapes are shadows;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Wild geese mourn<br/></span>
<span class="i0">O'er misty meadows.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Keen cold limes each weaker wing,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Icy times—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Such I sing!<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Take my tidings."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p class="cite2"><span class="smcap">Graves</span>: <i>First Winter Song</i>.<br/></p>
<p>Then the flocks were driven in, and men<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17" href="#Page_17"></SPAN></span>
first had leisure after harvest toil. Fires
were built as a thanksgiving to Baal for
harvest. The old fire on the altar was
quenched before the night of October 31st,
and the new one made, as were all sacred
fires, by friction. It was called "forced-fire."
A wheel and a spindle were used:
the wheel, the sun symbol, was turned from
east to west, sunwise. The sparks were
caught in tow, blazed upon the altar, and
were passed on to light the hilltop fires.
The new fire was given next morning, New
Year's Day, by the priests to the people to
light their hearths, where all fires had been
extinguished. The blessed fire was thought
to protect the year through the home it
warmed. In Ireland the altar was Tlactga,
on the hill of Ward in Meath, where sacrifices,
especially black sheep, were burnt in the new
fire. From the death struggles and look of
the creatures omens for the future year were
taken.</p>
<p>The year was over, and the sun's life of a
year was done. The Celts thought that at<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18" href="#Page_18"></SPAN></span>
this time the sun fell a victim for six months
to the powers of winter darkness. In Egyptian
mythology one of the sun-gods, Osiris,
was slain at a banquet by his brother Sîtou,
the god of darkness. On the anniversary of
the murder, the first day of winter, no Egyptian
would begin any new business for fear of
bad luck, since the spirit of evil was then in
power.</p>
<p>From the idea that the sun suffered from
his enemies on this day grew the association
of Samhain with death.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the wither'd leaves lie dead;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrub the jay<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And from the wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago,<br/><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19" href="#Page_19"></SPAN></span></span>
<span class="i0">And the wild rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the yellow sun-flower by the brook in autumn beauty stood,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Till fell the frost from the cold clear heaven, as falls the plague on men,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p class="cite3"><span class="smcap">Bryant</span>: <i>Death of the Flowers</i>.<br/></p>
<p>In the same state as those who are dead,
are those who have never lived, dwelling right
in the world, but invisible to most mortals at
most times. Seers could see them at any time,
and if very many were abroad at once others
might get a chance to watch them too.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"There is a world in which we dwell,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And yet a world invisible.<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And do not think that naught can be<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Save only what with eyes ye see:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I tell ye that, this very hour,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Had but your sight a spirit's power,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Ye would be looking, eye to eye,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">At a terrific company."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p class="cite2"><span class="smcap">Coxe</span>: <i>Hallowe'en</i>.<br/></p>
<p>These supernatural spirits ruled the dead.<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20" href="#Page_20"></SPAN></span>
There were two classes: the Tuatha De
Danann, "the people of the goddess Danu,"
gods of light and life; and spirits of darkness
and evil. The Tuatha had their chief seat on
the Isle of Man, in the middle of the Irish
Sea, and brought under their power the
islands about them. On a Midsummer Day
they vanquished the Fir Bolgs and gained
most of Ireland, by the battle of Moytura.</p>
<p>A long time afterwards—perhaps 1000 <span class="smcap">b. c.</span>—the
Fomor, sea-demons, after destroying
nearly all their enemies by plagues, exacted
from those remaining, as tribute, "a third
part of their corn, a third part of their milk,
and a third part of their children." This tax
was paid on Samhain. It was on the week
before Samhain that the Fomor landed upon
Ireland. On the eve of Samhain the gods
met them in the second battle of Moytura, and
they were driven back into the ocean.</p>
<p>As Tigernmas, a mythical king of Ireland,
was sacrificing "the firstlings of every issue,
and the scions of every clan" to Crom Croich,
the king idol, and lay prostrate before the<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21" href="#Page_21"></SPAN></span>
image, he and three-fourths of his men mysteriously
disappeared.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i8">"Then came<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Tigernmas, the prince of Tara yonder<br/></span>
<span class="i0">On Hallowe'en with many hosts.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A cause of grief to them was the deed.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Dead were the men<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of Bamba's host, without happy strength<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Around Tigernmas, the destructive man of the north,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">From the worship of Crom Cruaich. 'T was no luck for them.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For I have learnt,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Except one-fourth of the keen Gaels,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Not a man alive—lasting the snare!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Escaped without death in his mouth."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p class="cite2"><i>Dinnsenchus of Mag Slecht</i> (Meyer <i>trans.</i>).<br/></p>
<p>This was direct invocation, but the fire rites
which were continued so long afterwards were
really only worshipping the sun by proxy, in
his nearest likeness, fire.</p>
<p>Samhain was then a day sacred to the
death of the sun, on which had been paid a
sacrifice of death to evil powers. Though
overcome at Moytura evil was ascendant at<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22" href="#Page_22"></SPAN></span>
Samhain. Methods of finding out the will
of spirits and the future naturally worked
better then, charms and invocations had more
power, for the spirits were near to help, if care
was taken not to anger them, and due honors
paid.</p>
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