In ‘A Book of Folk-Lore’ (1913) the Devon folklorist Sabine
Baring-Gould recounts three instances in which he and members of his family
‘saw’ pixies or dwarfs. I’ll let you read them:
In the year 1838, when I was a
small boy of four years old, we were driving to Montpellier [France] on a hot
summer’s day, over the long straight road that traverses a pebble and rubble
strewn plain on which grows nothing save a few aromatic herbs.
I was sitting on the box with my
father, when to my great surprise I saw legions of dwarfs about two feet high
running along beside the horses – some sat laughing on the pole, some were
scrambling up the harness to get on the backs of the horses. I remarked to my
father what I saw, when he abruptly stopped the carriage and put me inside
beside my mother, where, the conveyance being closed, I was out of the sun. The
effect was that little by little the host of imps diminished in number till
they disappeared altogether.
When my wife was a girl of
fifteen, she was walking down a lane in Yorkshire between green hedges, when
she saw seated in one of the privet hedges a little green man, who looked at
her with his beady black eyes. He was about a foot or eighteen inches
high. She was so frightened that she ran
home. She cannot recall exactly in what month this took place, but knows it was
a summer’s day.
One day a son of mine, a lad of
about twelve, was sent into the garden to pick pea-pods for the cook to shell
for dinner. Presently he rushed into the
house as white as chalk to say that while he was engaged upon the task imposed
upon him he saw standing between the rows of peas a little man wearing a red
cap, a green jacket, and brown knee-breeches, whose face was old and wan and
who had a gray beard and eyes as black and hard as sloes. He stared so intently at the boy that the
latter took to his heels. I know exactly
when this occurred, as I entered it in my diary, and I know when I saw the imps
by looking in my father’s diary, and though he did not enter the circumstance,
I recall the vision today as distinctly as when I was a child.
In spite of the vivid and detailed nature of these visions
Baring-Gould didn’t believe he or his family had seen anything ‘real’. He
continues stoutly:
Now, in all three cases, these
apparitions were due to the effect of a hot sun on the head. But such an
explanation is not sufficient. Why did all three see small beings of a very
similar character? With ... temporary hallucination the pictures presented to the eye are never
originally conceived, they are reproductions of representations either seen
previously or conceived from descriptions given by others. In my case and that
of my wife, we saw imps, because our nurses had told us of them… In the case of
my son, he had read Grimms’ Tales and seen the illustrations to them.
Rational indeed – though still a little puzzling that
sun-stroke or heat-stroke should in each case have brought on visions of dwarfs
or pixies. Perhaps it ran in the
family. However that may be, Baring-Gould acknowledges that this explanation
only pushes the problem further into the past – ‘Where did our nurses, whence
did Grimm [sic] obtain their tales of kobolds, gnomes, dwarfs, pixies, brownies
etc? … To go to the root of the matter, in what did the prevailing belief in
the existence of these small people originate?’
And he answers thus:
I suspect that there did exist a
small people, not so small as these imps are represented, but comparatively
small beside the Aryans who lived in all those countries in which the tradition
of their existence lingers on.
The grim events of the 20th century have taught
us to beware of that word ‘Aryan’, liberally scattered in the introduction to
many a 19th century collection. Sir
George Dasent, introducing ‘Popular Tales from the Norse’ (his translation of
Asbjornsen and Moe’s 'Norske Folkeeventyr’) includes a section on ‘the Aryan
race’ which according to contemporary anthropological wisdom had spread across Europe
‘in days of immemorial antiquity’. In
1905, citing the biologist Thomas Henry Huxley as his authority, Charles
Squire
in ‘Celtic Myths and Legends’ writes confidently of ‘certain proof of
two
distinct human stocks in the British Isles at the time of the Roman
conquest’.
He describes them: the early people who built Britain’s long barrows
were
‘Iberian’ or ‘Mediterranean’ in origin: ‘a short, swarthy, dark-haired’
aboriginal race; but ‘the second of these two races was the exact
opposite of
the first. It was the tall, fair, light-haired, blue- or gray-eyed
people
called, popularly, the “Celts”, who belonged in speech to the “Aryan”
family …
It was in a higher stage of culture than the “Iberians”.’ In the
illustration below from a history of the world published in 1897, we see
how the heroic Celts were imagined, along with an account of the 'Aryan
migration'. And they were supposed to have displaced a different race
of indigenous people, driving them almost literally underground.
'The Celtic Vanguard' from 'Ridpath's History of the World', 1897 |
This notion of ‘two races, two cultures’ has been
discredited. Archaologists and geneticists now agree that Europe has been a
melting-pot of racial groups from at least the early Neolithic. European Mesolithic
hunter-gatherers were neither replaced nor suddenly shunted out; instead, over
several thousand years, they assimilated both the culture and the genes of a
gradually diffusing population of Neolithic farmers. It wasn’t until the Bronze
Age (says Professor Barry Cunliffe in ‘Europe Between the Oceans, 9000 BC – AD1000’) that sea-faring and trading populations on the on the coasts of Europe,
Britain and Ireland, developed the Celtic tongue as ‘an Atlantic façade lingua
franca’. Isn't that wonderful? The
Celts didn’t ‘come from’
anywhere: they were in place already. The Celtic languages evolved
because coastal peoples travelled and traded and intermarried and talked
to one another. Britain wasn't isolated, it was always an integral part
of Europe.
So the Reverend Sabine Baring-Gould was wrong. There was never a
distinctly different race of ‘little dark people’ living on the edges of
a conquering population of tall, fair, confident ‘Aryans’. Nothing to
give
rise to a belief in a ‘hidden folk’ of pixies, dwarfs or elves.
You can see why he liked the idea. It seemed to answer a lot
of questions, besides lending to folk-lore a kind of scientific gloss:
anthropological ‘truths’ preserved in tales. Many a writer has been honestly misled by
it. In Rosemary Sutcliff’s tremendous novel ‘Sword at Sunset’, the
Romano-British and nominally Christian hero Artos, fighting off the Saxon invasions in the 3rd
century AD, takes as his allies ‘the little Dark People of the Hills’, who live
half-underground in turf-covered bothies, use poisoned arrows and worship the
Earth Mother. Their clan leader, the Old Woman, calls Artos ‘Sun Lord’ and
tells him:
‘We are small and weak, and our
numbers grow fewer with the years, but we are scattered very wide, wherever
there are hills or lonely places. We can send news and messages racing from one
end of a land to the other between moon-rise and moonset; we can creep and hide
and spy and bring back word; we are the hunters who can tell you when the game
has passed by, by a bent grass-blade or one hair clinging to a bramble-spray.
We are the viper that stings in the dark –’
And in the same author's if-anything-even-more-magnificent ‘The
Mark of the Horse Lord’, the half-Roman half-British ex-gladiator
Phaedrus,
masquerading as Midir, Lord of the Dalriads (actually a 4th century AD
Scots-Irish Gaelic kingdom),
lays down his iron weapons to call upon an Old Man of the Dark People
who lives like a badger in ‘a tumble of stones and turf laced together
with brambles’ with ‘a dark
opening in its side’:
[Phaedrus] had heard before of
places such as this, where one left something that needed mending, together with
a gift, and came back later to find the gift gone and the broken thing mended;
it was one of those things no one talked of very much, the places where the
life of the Sun People touched the life of the Old Ones, the People of the
Hills. Like the bowls of milk that the women put out sometimes at night, in
exchange for some small job to be done – like the knot of rowan hung over a
doorway for protection against the ancient Earth Magic – like the stealing of a
Sun Child from time to time.’
This Old Man is ‘slight-boned … with grey hair brushed back
from his narrow brow, and eyes that seemed at first glance like jet
beads…’ Sutcliff was writing in the
mid-1960s when the ‘two races’ hypothesis was still widely credited: she writes
with great imaginative sympathy. I grew up with these stories and it was easy
to be swept along by the idea: these Little Dark People, the Painted People, these remnants
of the past clinging to the verge of cultures which had displaced them, were
the historical origin of the fairies. I felt sorry for them. Even in Sutcliff’s
sympathetic treatment, these imagined, marginalised archaic people are nearly
powerless. Their magic – feared though
it is – doesn’t really work on the more civilized Sun People. They are spies,
not warriors: they creep through the heather with poisoned arrows, killing by
stealth. In fact they’re natives, with
all the baggage that implies in colonial and post-colonial Britain. They may
help the heroes, but they can’t be
the heroes. Their time is past.
Writing in 1913 Baring-Gould doesn’t even allow them the skills
to erect dolmens:
They were not, I take it, the
Dolmen builders – these are supposed to have been giants because of the
gigantic character of their structures. They were a people who did not build at
all. They lived in caves, or if in the open, in huts made by bending branches
over and covering them with sods of turf. Consequently in folk-lore they are
always represented as either emerging from caverns or from under mounds.
This is to lend to folk-lore an authority far beyond its
deserts.
Most of the nineteenth century collectors of the fairy tales
and folk-lore which we all love so much were driven by nationalist
impulses and
racial pride. Each sought, as the Grimms did, the pure voice of their
own
‘folk’. As the century progressed what they in fact uncovered was the
inextricably interrelated nature of European folk- and fairy- lore.
Despite the
near-impossibility of claiming a particular version of any story as
‘original’,
some went on to claim an ultimate ‘Aryan’ heritage for such tales, going
so far
as to assert that the Aryan master-race originated in Scandinavia –
since,
clearly, the Nordic peoples were the tallest, blondest and bluest-eyed
of the
lot. Most of these gentlemen intended only to generate pride in what
they saw as their heritage. They did not recognise it as racism - the
term had not yet been coined - but racism it was. As folklorists, as
lovers of fairy tales, we need to be responsible for the ways we
interpret the stories we tell.
While I was researching Mi’kmaq and Algonkin folk-lore for my book 'Troll Blood', I came across a salutary reminder of how untrustworthy some 19th century commentators can be when discussing origins: in a compilation called ‘The Algonquin Legends of New England’ (1884) I found the anthropologist Charles G. Leland with a bee in his bonnet about what he claimed had to be a Norse influence on Mi’kmaq stories. Having decided that the Mi’kmaq tales were in effect too ‘noble’ to have been the product of Native American minds, he made the wildly unsupported assertion that the Norsemen must have told stories from the Eddas to the indigenous peoples of what is now Newfoundland and New Brunswick: that the Mi’kmaq culture-hero Kluskap (‘Glooscap’, in his account) ‘is the Norse god intensified … by far the grandest and most Aryan-like character ever evolved from a savage mind’. I almost dropped the book and was forced to regard it ever after as compromised and unreliable. If there was any contact at all between Norsemen and the Native American population in the 10th to 13th centuries (the likely duration of occasional forays from treeless Greenland for much-needed North American timber), the Greenlanders’ Saga suggests that it was violent and short. But that’s not the point. The point is the mindset which says ‘this is too good to have been created by [insert racial group]’.
The dwarf Eitri making the hammer Mjölnir. |
Returning to the origin of pixies, elves and dwarfs – if
they’re not a folk-memory of some once co-existing shy and inferior race, what
are they? As Baring-Gould says, the
notion must have come from somewhere.
Well, Britain, Ireland and Northern Europe are dotted with burial mounds
and barrows. The Irish story of the love of Midir for Étain states plainly that
Midir is a king of the ‘elf-mounds’, the underworld, and the tale is full of
instances of death and rebirth. As I argue more closely in an essay called ‘The
Lost Kings of Fairyland’ in my recent book, fairies have long been associated
with the dead. In a fascinating essay ‘The Craftsman in the Mound’ (Folk-Lore
88, 1977) Lotte Motz discusses the figure of the dwarf as a smith and craftman
dwelling in hills, mounds and mountains, who may be heard hammering away in
underground smithies. Pointing to the many instances of ‘legends of dead rulers
who reside, sometimes in a magic sleep and often with their retinue, within a
mountain’, she continues:
A relation to the dead appears to
belong also to the dwarfs of the Icelandic documents; so the dwarf Alviss
[‘All-Knowing] is asked by Thor if he had been staying with the dead, and a
poem in a saga tells of a doughty sword which had been fashioned by ‘dead
dwarfs’. I would… assert that the mountain dwelling of the smith holds, rather
than temporary wealth, eternal treasures in its aspect as the mountain of the
dead.
As if to emphasise his deathly character, like a ghost
fleeing to its grave at cock-crow, the dwarf Alviss (the story is from the
Poetic Edda) cannot endure daylight but turns to stone at sunrise.
‘The day has
caught thee, dwarf!’ cries triumphant Thor, who like Gandalf in ‘The Hobbit’
has kept him talking…
It's always been thought dangerous to see fairies. Like the Furies in Greek mythology, if you talked about them at all, you used flattering circumlocutions – the Good People, the Seely Court, the People of Peace. They came from the hollow hills, the land of death, and it was wise to be frightened of them. Maybe the visions, the ‘legions of dwarfs’, the little green men or pixies which Baring-Gould and his wife and child separately saw signified something more sinister than folk-memories.
After all, sunstroke can kill you.
Picture credits:
Pixies - John D Batten - Wikimedia Commons
Nisse eating barley porridge - Wikimedia Commons
The dwarves Brokkr and Eitri making the hammer Mjölnir - Arthur Rackham - Wikimedia Commons
Alvissmal - Alviss answers Thor - Wikimedia Commons
Dolmen, Jersey, 1859 - Wikimedia Commons
3 comments:
In support of your argument that the Elves equal the dead, there's also the grave-mounds which, in sagas, open to reveal the dead feasting inside. The grave mound was the 'hall' of the dead man.
Then there are the 'hogs' back' tombstones from the late Viking Age, when paganism and Christianity met. They're called 'hog's back' because they look rather like the back of an 'iron-age' hog - but they also resemble a Viking long-house.
A very interesting blog. In Malefice, I referred to that legend when Alice the witch told the Vicar that the fairies were the dead. The story comes up in Arthur Ransome's 'The Picts and the Martyrs' incidentally my favourite of all the Swallows and Amazons books, where Dick and Dorothea become hidden Picts. Dorothea finds it scary that as far as the Great Aunt is concerned, she doesn't exist and I think her reflection in this is part of what makes the story so good. It's like the idea of a hidden group of people, closer to the earth than us, reflects something in our subconscious, some sense of what we once were, hunter gatherers?
I never thought of that connection, Leslie - fascinating. I must re-read that book!
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