Part 2 (1/2)

All the morning we had heard the sea roar on the eastern sh.o.r.e, which was several miles distant; for it still felt the effects of the storm in which the _St. John_ was wrecked,--though a school-boy, whom we overtook, hardly knew what we meant, his ears were so used to it. He would have more plainly heard the same sound in a sh.e.l.l. It was a very inspiriting sound to walk by, filling the whole air, that of the sea das.h.i.+ng against the land, heard several miles inland. Instead of having a dog to growl before your door, to have an Atlantic Ocean to growl for a whole Cape!

On the whole, we were glad of the storm, which would show us the ocean in its angriest mood. Charles Darwin was a.s.sured that the roar of the surf on the coast of Chiloe, after a heavy gale, could be heard at night a distance of ”21 sea miles across a hilly and wooded country.” We conversed with the boy we have mentioned, who might have been eight years old, making him walk the while under the lee of our umbrella; for we thought it as important to know what was life on the Cape to a boy as to a man. We learned from him where the best grapes were to be found in that neighborhood. He was carrying his dinner in a pail; and, without any impertinent questions being put by us, it did at length appear of what it consisted. The homeliest facts are always the most acceptable to an inquiring mind. At length, before we got to Eastham meeting-house, we left the road and struck across the country for the eastern sh.o.r.e at Nauset Lights,--three lights close together, two or three miles distant from us. They were so many that they might be distinguished from others; but this seemed a s.h.i.+ftless and costly way of accomplis.h.i.+ng that object.

We found ourselves at once on an apparently boundless plain, without a tree or a fence, or, with one or two exceptions, a house in sight.

Instead of fences, the earth was sometimes thrown up into a slight ridge. My companion compared it to the rolling prairies of Illinois. In the storm of wind and rain which raged when we traversed it, it no doubt appeared more vast and desolate than it really is. As there were no hills, but only here and there a dry hollow in the midst of the waste, and the distant horizon was concealed by mist, we did not know whether it was high or low. A solitary traveller whom we saw perambulating in the distance loomed like a giant. He appeared to walk slouchingly, as if held up from above by straps under his shoulders, as much as supported by the plain below. Men and boys would have appeared alike at a little distance, there being no object by which to measure them. Indeed, to an inlander, the Cape landscape is a constant mirage. This kind of country extended a mile or two each way. These were the ”Plains of Nauset,” once covered with wood, where in winter the winds howl and the snow blows right merrily in the face of the traveller. I was glad to have got out of the towns, where I am wont to feel unspeakably mean and disgraced,--to have left behind me for a season the bar-rooms of Ma.s.sachusetts, where the full-grown are not weaned from savage and filthy habits,--still sucking a cigar. My spirits rose in proportion to the outward dreariness. The towns need to be ventilated. The G.o.ds would be pleased to see some pure flames from their altars. They are not to be appeased with cigar-smoke.

As we thus skirted the back-side of the towns, for we did not enter any village, till we got to Provincetown, we read their histories under our umbrellas, rarely meeting anybody. The old accounts are the richest in topography, which was what we wanted most; and, indeed, in most things else, for I find that the readable parts of the modern accounts of these towns consist, in a great measure, of quotations, acknowledged and unacknowledged, from the older ones, without any additional information of equal interest;--town histories, which at length run into a history of the Church of that place, that being the only story they have to tell, and conclude by quoting the Latin epitaphs of the old pastors, having been written in the good old days of Latin and of Greek. They will go back to the ordination of every minister and tell you faithfully who made the introductory prayer, and who delivered the sermon; who made the ordaining prayer, and who gave the charge; who extended the right hand of fellows.h.i.+p, and who p.r.o.nounced the benediction; also how many ecclesiastical councils convened from time to time to inquire into the orthodoxy of some minister, and the names of all who composed them. As it will take us an hour to get over this plain, and there is no variety in the prospect, peculiar as it is, I will read a little in the history of Eastham the while.

When the committee from Plymouth had purchased the territory of Eastham of the Indians, ”it was demanded, who laid claim to Billingsgate?” which was understood to be all that part of the Cape north of what they had purchased. ”The answer was, there was not any who owned it. 'Then,' said the committee, 'that land is ours.' The Indians answered, that it was.”

This was a remarkable a.s.sertion and admission. The Pilgrims appear to have regarded themselves as Not Any's representatives. Perhaps this was the first instance of that quiet way of ”speaking for” a place not yet occupied, or at least not improved as much as it may be, which their descendants have practised, and are still practising so extensively. Not Any seems to have been the sole proprietor of all America before the Yankees. But history says that, when the Pilgrims had held the lands of Billingsgate many years, at length ”appeared an Indian, who styled himself Lieutenant Anthony,” who laid claim to them, and of him they bought them. Who knows but a Lieutenant Anthony may be knocking at the door of the White House some day? At any rate, I know that if you hold a thing unjustly, there will surely be the devil to pay at last.

Thomas Prince, who was several times the governor of the Plymouth colony, was the leader of the settlement of Eastham. There was recently standing, on what was once his farm, in this town, a pear-tree which is said to have been brought from England, and planted there by him, about two hundred years ago. It was blown down a few months before we were there. A late account says that it was recently in a vigorous state; the fruit small, but excellent; and it yielded on an average fifteen bushels. Some appropriate lines have been addressed to it, by a Mr.

Heman Doane, from which I will quote, partly because they are the only specimen of Cape Cod verse which I remember to have seen, and partly because they are not bad.

”Two hundred years have, on the wings of Time, Pa.s.sed with their joys and woes, since thou, Old Tree!

Put forth thy first leaves in this foreign clime.

Transplanted from the soil beyond the sea.”

[These stars represent the more clerical lines, and also those which have deceased.]

”That exiled band long since have pa.s.sed away, And still, Old Tree I thou standest in the place Where Prince's hand did plant thee in his day,-- An undesigned memorial of his race And time; of those out honored fathers, when They came from Plymouth o'er and settled here; Doane, Higgins, Snow, and other worthy men.

Whose names their sons remember to revere.

”Old Time has thinned thy boughs. Old Pilgrim Tree!

And bowed thee with the weight of many years; Yet 'mid the frosts of age, thy bloom we see, And yearly still thy mellow fruit appears.”

There are some other lines which I might quote, if they were not tied to unworthy companions by the rhyme. When one ox will lie down, the yoke bears hard on him that stands up.

One of the first settlers of Eastham was Deacon John Doane, who died in 1707, aged one hundred and ten. Tradition says that he was rocked in a cradle several of his last years. That, certainly, was not an Achillean life. His mother must have let him slip when she dipped him into the liquor which was to make him invulnerable, and he went in, heels and all. Some of the stone-bounds to his farm which he set up are standing to-day, with his initials cut in them.

The ecclesiastical history of this town interested us somewhat. It appears that ”they very early built a small meeting-house, twenty feet square, with a thatched roof through which they might fire their muskets,”--of course, at the Devil. ”In 1662, the town agreed that a part of every whale cast on sh.o.r.e be appropriated for the support of the ministry.” No doubt there seemed to be some propriety in thus leaving the support of the ministers to Providence, whose servants they are, and who alone rules the storms; for, when few whales were cast up, they might suspect that their wors.h.i.+p was not acceptable. The ministers must have sat upon the cliffs in every storm, and watched the sh.o.r.e with anxiety. And, for my part, if I were a minister I would rather trust to the bowels of the billows, on the back-side of Cape Cod, to cast up a whale for me, than to the generosity of many a country parish that I know. You cannot say of a country minister's salary, commonly, that it is ”very like a whale.” Nevertheless, the minister who depended on whales cast up must have had a trying time of it. I would rather have gone to the Falkland Isles with a harpoon, and done with it. Think of a w hale having the breath of life beaten out of him by a storm, and dragging in over the bars and guzzles, for the support of the ministry!

What a consolation it must have been to him! I have heard of a minister, who had been a fisherman, being settled in Bridgewater for as long a time as he could tell a cod from a haddock. Generous as it seems, this condition would empty most country pulpits forthwith, for it is long since the fishers of men were fishermen. Also, a duty was put on mackerel here to support a free-school; in other words, the mackerel-school was taxed in order that the children's school might be free. ”In 1665 the Court pa.s.sed a law to inflict corporal punishment on all persons, who resided in the towns of this government, who denied the Scriptures.” Think of a man being whipped on a spring morning till he was constrained to confess that the Scriptures were true! ”It was also voted by the town that all persons who should stand out of the meeting-house during the time of divine service should be set in the stocks.” It behooved such a town to see that sitting in the meeting-house was nothing akin to sitting in the stocks, lest the penalty of obedience to the law might be greater than that of disobedience. This was the Eastham famous of late years for its camp-meetings, held in a grove near by, to which thousands flock from all parts of the Bay. We conjectured that the reason for the perhaps unusual, if not unhealthful, development of the religious sentiment here was the fact that a large portion of the population are women whose husbands and sons are either abroad on the sea, or else drowned, and there is n.o.body but they and the ministers left behind. The old account says that ”hysteric fits are very common in Orleans, Eastham, and the towns below, particularly on Sunday, in the times of divine service.

When one woman is affected, five or six others generally sympathize with her; and the congregation is thrown into the utmost confusion. Several old men suppose, unphilosophically and uncharitably, perhaps, that the will is partly concerned, and that ridicule and threats would have a tendency to prevent the evil.” How this is now we did not learn. We saw one singularly masculine woman, however, in a house on this very plain, who did not look as if she was ever troubled with hysterics, or sympathized with those that were; or, perchance, life itself was to her a hysteric fit,--a Nauset woman, of a hardness and coa.r.s.eness such as no man ever possesses or suggests. It was enough to see the vertebrae and sinews of her neck, and her set jaws of iron, which would have bitten a board-nail in two in their ordinary action,--braced against the world, talking like a man-of-war's-man in petticoats, or as if shouting to you through a breaker; who looked as if it made her head ache to live; hard enough for any enormity. I looked upon her as one who had committed infanticide; who never had a brother, unless it were some wee thins: that died in infancy,--for what need of him?--and whose father must have died before she was born. This woman told us that the camp-meetings were not held the previous summer for fear of introducing the cholera, and that they would have been held earlier this summer, but the rye was so backward that straw would not have been re adv for them; for they He in straw. There are sometimes one hundred and fifty ministers (!) and five thousand hearers a.s.sembled. The ground, which is called Millennium Grove, is owned by a company in Boston, and is the most suitable, or rather unsuitable, for this purpose of any that I saw on the Cape. It is fenced, and the frames of the tents are at all times to be seen interspersed among the oaks. They have an oven and a pump, and keep all their kitchen utensils and tent coverings and furniture in a permanent building on the spot. They select a time for their meetings when the moon is full. A man is appointed to clear out the pump a week beforehand, while the ministers are clearing their throats; but, probably, the latter do not always deliver as pure a stream as the former. I saw the heaps of clam-sh.e.l.ls left under the tables, where they had feasted in previous summers, and supposed, of course, that that was the work of the unconverted, or the backsliders and scoffers. It looked as if a camp-meeting must be a singular combination of a prayer-meeting and a picnic.

[Ill.u.s.tration: Millennium Grove camp-meeting grounds]

The first minister settled here was the Rev. Samuel Treat, in 1672, a gentleman who is said to be ”ent.i.tled to a distinguished rank among the evangelists of New England.” He converted many Indians, as well as white men, in his day, and translated the Confession of Faith into the Nauset language. These were the Indians concerning whom their first teacher, Richard Bourne, wrote to Gookin, in 1674, that he had been to see one who was sick, ”and there came from him very savory and heavenly expressions,” but, with regard to the ma.s.s of them, he says, ”the truth is, that many of them are very loose in their course, to my heartbreaking sorrow.” Mr. Treat is described as a Calvinist of the strictest kind, not one of those who, by giving up or explaining away, become like a porcupine disarmed of its quills, but a consistent Calvinist, who can dart his quills to a distance and courageously defend himself. There exists a volume of his sermons in ma.n.u.script, ”which,”

says a commentator, ”appear to have been designed for publication.” I quote the following sentences at second hand, from a Discourse on Luke xvi. 23, addressed to sinners:--

”Thou must erelong go to the bottomless pit. h.e.l.l hath enlarged herself, and is ready to receive thee. There is room enough for thy entertainment....

”Consider, thou art going to a place prepared by G.o.d on purpose to exalt his justice in,--a place made for no other employment but torments. h.e.l.l is G.o.d's house of correction; and, remember, G.o.d doth all things like himself. When G.o.d would show his justice, and what is the weight of his wrath, he makes a h.e.l.l where it shall, indeed, appear to purpose.... Woe to thy soul when thou shalt be set up as a b.u.t.t for the arrows of the Almighty....

”Consider, G.o.d himself shall be the princ.i.p.al agent in thy misery,--his breath is the bellows which blows up the flame of h.e.l.l forever;--and if he punish thee, if he meet thee in his fury, he will not meet thee as a man; he will give thee an omnipotent blow.”

”Some think sinning ends with this life; but it is a mistake. The creature is held under an everlasting law; the d.a.m.ned increase in sin in h.e.l.l. Possibly, the mention of this may please thee. But, remember, there shall be no pleasant sins there; no eating, drinking, singing, dancing, wanton dalliance, and drinking stolen waters, but d.a.m.ned sins, bitter, h.e.l.lish sins; sins exasperated by torments, cursing G.o.d, spite, rage, and blasphemy.--The guilt of all thy sins shall be laid upon thy soul, and be made so many heaps of fuel....

”Sinner, I beseech thee, realize the truth of these things. Do not go about to dream that this is derogatory to G.o.d's mercy, and nothing but a vain fable to scare children out of their wits withal. G.o.d can be merciful, though he make thee miserable. He shall have monuments enough of that precious attribute, s.h.i.+ning like stars in the place of glory, and singing eternal hallelujahs to the praise of Him that redeemed them, though, to exalt the power of his justice, he d.a.m.n sinners heaps upon heaps.”