South Wind(Fiscle Part-3) by Norman Douglas (novels for students TXT) π
The Bishop Was Feeling Rather Sea-Sick. Confoundedly Sea-Sick, In Fact.
This Annoyed Him. For He Disapproved Of Sickness In Every Shape Or
Form. His Own State Of Body Was Far From Satisfactory At That Moment;
Africa--He Was Bishop Of Bampopo In The Equatorial Regions--Had Played
The Devil With His Lower Gastric Department And Made Him Almost An
Invalid; A Circumstance Of Which He Was Nowise Proud, Seeing That
Ill-Health Led To Inefficiency In All Walks Of Life. There Was Nothing
He Despised More Than Inefficiency. Well Or Ill, He Always Insisted On
Getting Through His Tasks In A Businesslike Fashion. That Was The Way
To Live, He Used To Say. Get Through With It. Be Perfect Of Your Kind,
Whatever That Kind May Be. Hence His Sneaking Fondness For The
Natives--They Were Such Fine, Healthy Animals.
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Now, With Regard To Fountains, It Is To Be Noted That Nepenthe, An
Islet Of Volcanic Stone Rising Out Of The Blue Mediterranean, Has
Never--For All Its Natural Attractions--Been Renowned For Cool Springs
And Bubbling Streamlets. There Is, To Be Sure, A Charming Couplet In
Some Old Humanist About Lympha Nepenthi; But Modern Scholars Are
Disposed To Think Either That The Text Is Corrupt And That The Writer
Was Picturing An Imaginary Nympha--Some Laughing Sea-Lady--Or Else That
He Merely Indulged In One Of Those Poetic Flights Which Are A Feature
Of The Literature Of His Period. For Whatever The Cause May Be--Whether
Internal Fires Have Scorched Up The Natural Humours Of The Soil, Or
Whether The Waters Of Nepenthe Are Of Such Peculiar Heaviness That,
Instead Of Flowing Upwards In The Shape Of Fountains, They Tumble
Downwards Into Caverns Below The Sea--The Fact Remains: Nepenthe Is A
Waterless Land. And This May Well Be The Reason, As Several Thoughtful
Observers Have Already Pointed Out, Why Its Wines Are So Abundant In
Quantity, So Cheap In Price, And Of Such Super-Excellent Flavour. For
It Is A Fact Conformable To That Law Of Compensation Which Regulates
All Earthly Affairs, A Fact Borne Out By The Universal Experience Of
Mankind, That God, When He Takes Away With One Hand, Gives With The
Other. Lack Of Water, On The Face Of Things, Might Be Deemed A
Considerable Hardship. There Are Tracts In Africa Where People Have
Been Known To Barter Wives And Children For A Cupful Of The Liquid
Element. Of The Inhabitants Of Nepenthe It Must Be Said To Their Credit
That They Endure Their Lot With Equanimity, And Even Cheerfulness.
Their Wine Costs Nothing. Why Grumble At The Inscrutable Ways Of
Providence? Why Be Thirsty, Why Be Sober, When You Can Get As Drunk As
A Lord For The Asking?
For The Rest, There Are Indications To Show That Such Was Not The
Original Condition Of Affairs On The Island. On The Contrary, Certain
Legends Still Current Among The Country-Folk Lead One To Suspect That
Fountains Once Flowed On This Arid Rock. And More Than Legends.
Monsignor Perrelli, In His Antiquities Of Nepenthe, Has Gone Into The
Subject With His Usual Thoroughness. The Reader Who Takes The Trouble
To Consult That Work Will Find, In The Twenty-Sixth Chapter Of The
Third Section Dealing With The Natural Productions And Water-Supply Of
The Island, An Enumeration Of No Less Than Twelve Fountains Still
Flowing During The Author's Lifetime. Some Of Them Issued High Up, In
Rocky Clefts; Others At The Middle Heights, Among Vineyards And
Orchards; The Majority At, Or Near, The Seashore. All Of These Springs,
He Tells Us, Had The Following Features In Common: They Were More Or
Less Hot, Unpleasant To The Taste, Of Foetid Odour And Therefore Unfit
For Culinary Or Other Common Uses. "But Let It Not Be Supposed," He
Hastens To Add, "That They Were Worthless, Inasmuch As There Is No Such
Thing As A Worthless Gift Of Providence. Whoever Argues On Such
Fallacious Lines," He Says, "Will Stand Convicted Both Of Folly And Of
Irreverence, Seeing That It Is The Business Of Mankind, When Confronted
By A Phenomenon Which Seems To Mock Their Intelligence, Humbly To
Ponder The Evidence--To Investigate Causes And Ascertain Results." In
The Present Case The Utility Of The Waters, If Not For Cooking Or
Drinking Then For Other Specific Purposes, Had Been Put To The Proof
Time Out Of Mind, In An Empirical Fashion; Though It Was Not Till The
Reign Of The Good Duke Alfred That A Series Of Classical Experiments
Placed Our Knowledge Of Their Medicinal Properties On A Sound
Scientific Footing.
In A Dissertation Attached To This Twenty-Sixth Chapter--A Dissertation
Larded With Illustrative Extracts From Galen Celsus, Avicenna, Antonius
Musa, Oribasius Salvus And About Fifty Others Of The Ancients Who
Professed The Healing Art--Monsignor Perrelli Condenses For His Readers
The Results Of These Classical Experiments; He Hands Down The Names Of
These Springs And Their Manifold Healing Virtues.
The Fountain Of Saint Calogero, Described As One Of The Most Famous,
Was Lukewarm, Of Ammoniacal And Alkaline Flavour; A Glassful Of It
Produced The Most Violent Retchings And Vomitings. Properly Applied,
However, The Water Had Been Found To Relieve The Gout, The Discomforts
Of Child-Bearing, Leprosy, Irritation Of The Mucous Membrane Of The
Nose, Impetigo, Strabismus And Ophthalmia. If The Patient Observed Care
In His Diet, Avoiding Articles Of Calorific Nature Such As Fried Fish
And Boiled Lentils, He Would Find Himself Greatly Benefited By Its Use
In The Case Of Cornucopic Hydrocephalus, Flatulence, Tympanitis And
Varicose Veins. It Was Useful, Furthermore, As A Cure For The Stings Of
Scorpions And Other Venomous Beasts.
The So-Called "Fountain Of Paradise," Of Nitrous Ingredients, Spurted
Forth With A Prodigious Hissing Noise At A Temperature Of Boiling Lead,
From So Inaccessible A Fissure In The Rocks That Little Had Been Done
To Investigate Its Peculiar Properties. It Was Held None The Less To Be
Efficacious For The Distemper Known As Plica Polonica, And The Peasant
Folk, Mixing Its Spray With The Acorns On Which Their Pigs Were
Fattened, Had Observed That These Quadrupeds Prospered Vastly In Health
And Appearance.
The Fountain Of Hercules, Laxative And Tartaric, Had Proved Its
Efficacy In Cases Of Enlarged Spleen, Hare-Lip, Vertigo, Apoplexy,
Cachexia, Cacodoria, Cacochymia Senilis And Chilblains. It Was Also
Considered To Be A Sovereign Remedy For That Distressing And Almost
Universal Complaint, The Piles.
The Fountain Known As "La Salina," Of Arsenical Nature, Was Frequented
Chiefly By Women Who Found In Its Waters An Alleviation For Troubles
Which Monsignor Perrelli Does Not Specify. It Was Recommended,
Moreover, As A Sheep-Dip.
The Fountain Of The Virgin, Purgative And Blastopeptic, Had Given
Relief To Sufferers From The Quartan Fever, Herpes, Elephantiasis, And
To All Persons Of Atrobiliary And Lunatick Temperament.
The So-Called "Old Fountain," Of Sub-Acidulate And Vitriolique Flavour,
Chalybeate And Cataplastic, Was Renowned For Removing Stains From
Household Linen. Taken In Minute Doses, Under Medical Advice, It Gave
Relief To Patients Afflicted With The Wolfe, Noli Me Tangere,
Crudities, Bablyonian Itch, Globular Pemphlegema, Fantastical Visions,
Koliks, Asthma And Affections Of The Heart. It Also "Fortifies The
Stomach, Comforts The Bowels, Reduces The Gallstone To Sand, The Sand
To Mud, The Mud To Water--Water Which Can Be Passed Out Of The System By
The Usual Channels."
The Fountain Of Saint Vulcan, Anti-Blepharous And Amygdaloidal, Was
Charged With Such Potent Minerals That A Single Spoonful Produced A
Diarrhoea More Distressing To Witness Than Cholera. None The Less,
Applied Externally, It Was A Wondrous Remedy In Cases Of Jaundice,
Toothache And Open Wounds.
The Fountain Of The Capon, Sedative And Scorbutic, Was Indicated For
Rheumatisms Of Every Kind, Not Excluding Sprained Limbs, Hydrophobia,
Lycanthropy, Black Choler, Oppilations And Procrastinating Catapepsia.
The Fountain Known As "Spina Santa" Was Resorted To By All Persons
Suffering From Maladies Of The Alimentary Canal, Such As Dysentery,
Cloven Palate, Follicular Hepatitis, And Trabulated Hyperaemia Of The
Bivonian Passage.
The Fountain Of Saint Feto Had, By Virtue Of Its Smell Alone, Applied
To Her Nose As She Lay In Her Coffin, Raised From The Dead A Certain
Anna Da Pasto.
The Fountain Popularly Called "La Pisciarella" Was Peculiarly Adapted
To Those Ailments Which Are Incidental To Childhood And Youth--To Wit:
Chlorosis, St. Vitus' Dance, Constipation, Ringworm, Otootitis And
Other Perimingeal Disturbances, Urticaria, Moon-Sickness, Scrofula And
Incontinence Of Urine.
Lastly, The Fountain Of Saint Elias, Sulphurous And Saponaceous, Was
Renowned For Its Calming Influence Upon All Who Suffered From Abuse Of
Lechery Or Alcohol, Or From Ingrowing Toe-Nails.
This Concludes The List.
"Whence We May Safely Infer," Says Monsignor Perrelli At The
Termination Of This Chapter, "That Our Island Is Second To No Part Of
The Globe In This Divine Gift Of Salutary Waters. And If Some Should
Ask Why Certain Of These Springs Have Recently Undergone A Marked
Diminution In Volume We Can But Answer, Simply And Truthfully, That
Their Virtues Are No Longer In As Great Demand As Formerly. For Is It
Not A Fact That Distempers Like Leprosy And Plica Polonica Are Now
Almost Unknown On Nepenthe? It Follows That The Waters Adapted To
Maladies Such As These Have Performed Their Appointed Task, So Far As
This Island Is Concerned. They Are Doubtless Flowing Elsewhere, Through
Mysterious Channels Of The Earth, To Carry Their Health-Giving Virtues
Into Fresh Regions For The Saving Of Men's Lives, To The Glory Of Their
Creator."
Thus Far The Learned And Ingenious Monsignor Perrelli. . . .
It Stands To Reason That So Remarkable A Chapter Should Not Have
Escaped The Notice Of The Bibliographer Who, As Already Observed, Had
Been Engaged For The Last Quarter Of A Century In Elucidating The Text
Of The Old Historian And Enriching It With Footnotes For The Better
Understanding Of Modern Students. In The Interval Of Three And A Half
Centuries Many Changes Had Taken Place In The Physical Aspect Of
Nepenthe; Among Other Things, These Twelve Streams Of Pestilential
Odour Had Ceased To Flow, All Save The Fountain Of Saint Elias; Their
Very Sites Had Been Forgotten, Though Traditions Of Their Former
Existence Still Lingered Among The Populace.
Searching Among The Archives For Whatever Might Bear On The Ancient
History Of These Springs, Mr. Eames Had Accumulated Abundant Material
For Footnotes Geological, Hydrographical And Balneo-Therapic.
Furthermore, His Personal Explorations On The Island Had Enabled Him To
Locate The Site Of At Least Four Of These Old Fountains, And To Prove
That If Some Of Them Had Been Covered Up Under The Debris Of
Landslides, The Majority Had Disappeared In Consequence Of A General
Desiccation Of The Province.
Lastly And Chiefly, His Investigations Had Brought Him In Contact With
That Manuscript, Already Mentioned, Of The Dominican Monk Father
Capocchio-A Manuscript In Which He Alighted Upon A Curious But
Troublesome Literary Discovery Anent These Very Fountains. The Author,
A Contemporary Of Monsignor Perrelli, A Hater Of Nepenthe, A Cleric Of
Lascivious And Lecherous Temperament, Has In This Parchment Preserved
What He Calls A "Popular Joke"--A Saying Which He Declares To Have Been
"Common Property Of The Whole Country" On The Subject Of Nepenthe And
Its Evil-Smelling Waters. It Was One Of Those Scholarly, Ponderous And
Yet Helplessly Straightforward Jokes Of The Late Renaissance; A Joke To
Which Monsignor Perrelli Does Not Allude, Both For Reasons Of Local
Patriotism And Of General Decorum; Some Vulgar Dictum, In Short,
Connected With The Name Of The Patron Saint Of Nepenthe Who, He Urged,
Was Simply A Local Nature-God, Christianized.
When The Bibliographer's Eagle Eye First Fell Upon This Passage He Was
Staggered. Then, On Reflection, He Found Himself In An Awkward
Predicament--His Natural Modesty As A Man Contending With A No Less
Natural And Legitimate Pride And Desire As Historian That The Fruits Of
His Labours Should Not Be Lost.
"These," He Said, "Are The Dilemmas Which Confront The Conscientious
Annotator."
What Position Was He To Take Up? Should He Exclude The Miserable Joke
Altogether From His Amended And Enlarged Edition Of Perrelli? He Did
Not Feel Himself Justified In This Line Of Conduct. Some Future
Investigator Would Be Sure To Unearth It And Get The Credit For His
Industry. Should He Re-State It In Such Terms As To Make It Palatable
To Refined Readers, Diluting Its Primary Pungency Without Impairing Its
Essential Signification? He Was Disposed To Adopt That Course, But,
Unfortunately, All Attempts At Verbal Manipulation Failed. Good Scholar
As Mr. Eames Was, The Joke Proved To Be Obdurate, Uncompromising;
Vainly He Wrestled With It; Try As He Would, It Stood Out Naked And
Unashamed, Refusing To Be Either Cajoled Or Bullied Into
Respectability. There Was No Circumventing That Joke, He Decided.
Should He Reproduce It There Fore In Extenso? Such, After Mature
Deliberation And Not Without Certain Moral Misgivings, He Conceived To
Be His Duty Towards Posterity. Veiled In The Obscurity Of A Learned
Tongue, The Joke Was Surreptitiously Introduced Into The Company Of A
Thousand Chaste Footnotes That Could Dispense With Such Covering
Devices.
Of The Subsequent History Of The Saint Elias Fountain, Which Alone
Still Continued To Flow, The Bibliographer Also Learned Much--How Its
Fame Had Grown In The Seventeenth And Eighteenth Centuries Till It
Attracted Invalids From The Most Distant Provinces, Necessitating The
Erection Of A Palatial Pump-Room For The Better Accommodations Of
Visitors; How Latterly Again The Waters Had Unaccountably Fallen Into
Disfavour With The Public. And This, Notwithstanding The Fact That In
1872 The Celebrated Privy Councillor Dr. Saponaro, Director Of The
Montecitorio Home For Incurables, Had Written, At The Urgent
Solicitation Of The Nepenthe Town Authorities (Who Were Alarmed At The
Decrease In Their Bathing-Tax Revenue) A Pamphlet--A Pamphlet Which, By
The Way, Cost Them A Mint Of Money In View Of The Author's Deserved
Reputation As An Incorruptible Scientist--A Pamphlet Extolling The
Virtue Of The Spring; Proving, By Elaborate Chemical Analysis, That Its
Ingredients Had Not Only Not Changed A White Since The Days Of
Monsignor Perrelli
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