The Green Sheaf no.10 total 8pp. 225mm*295mm

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"The wren ! the wren !
The king of all birds,
St. Stephen's Day was cought in the furze,
So up with the kettle and down with the pan,
Your honour is a decent man."

illustration by Jack B. Yeats


THE GARDEN

A story was told to me in Shetland, and this is how it ran : --

Once in Unst there lived a great sea-captain ; he had travelled east and west, he had travelled in the scented south, and his discoveries were many and his fame great.

He was grown old, and his friends begged him to spend his old age amongst them in peace, leaving such work as his to the young ; but he answered that he had yet another voyage to make before rest time came, and he manned his ship and sailed away for the polar lands.

"For what do you adventure, captain ?" asked the crew ; "to find some fresh sea-passage, new frost-bound islands ; or for seal and white bear skins ?"

"For neither fame nor gain," he answered. "For those I have journeyed enough, and the end of all is a pleasureless, vain fulfilment. To-day I work for no end ; I sail for the sailing's sake ; and I keep my course for the seaman's lode-star, the point that draws the compass and guides my destiny."

And as he spoke the sky darted pennons of fiery glory, and the wave-crests caught and gave back the broken splendour of them.

The days passed and grew to weeks and the ship kept its course ; the ice-cutter ploughed through a white world, and night and day merged into a divine twilight. Seals cried mournful warning to each other acress a noiseless dividing space ; further still, and bears, scarcely distinguishable against the snowy landscape, were the only signs of active life. In time even these gave way to utter blankness and iciness, and the frail ship lay between a heaven of tattered fire and an earth of frost.

The crew grew frightened, and would have mutinied, but they had lost their bearings and dared not sail except under the captain's guidance. As for him, he stood motionless at the ship's head, silent and self-absorbed, and heeded not their murmurings.
* * * * *
There was something magnetic in the air ; the heavens changed from dusky red to purple : the sonw shone blue and unearthly. It grew warmer, and faint sweet odours crept on the breeze. They found themselves land-locked before and on either hand.

The captain gave orders that anchor should be cast, that he might land.

He went alone, first singling out three men, who if he had not returned in twelve days were to follow a line of light descernible ahead, where, he said, they would find him.


The days passed and there was no sign of his return, and with trembling and misgiving the men set out.

For three days they followed the gleam, and on the fourth day came upon the dead body of their master. Strangely enough, it showed no marks of death by frost, but was slightly charred.

They were about to raise it, when suddenly before them, raised as in mirage, appeared a figure of awful beauty, with upraised flaming sword. Behind this loveliness there seemed to be a gate, set in a white wall overtopped by luxuriant vegitation. It was but a momentary vision, then the blinding light faded, and the men in speechless terror fled.

They reached the ship nearly dead, and weighing anchor all returned home ; how, they knew not, a wind impelled them.

It was in answer to an expressed desire on my part to see the white countries of the north that the sailor told me this tale ; and as a warning to all who would vain-gloriously search forr the magnetic north.

Inaccessible in the present scheme of things, but ever growing within that whiter walled Garden, there stands, said he, the Tree of Life, guiding the world until the Great Time comes when we may see it and be immortal.
G.J.   



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