We took to dropping small belongings in the tree for an omen of the day:
whether the spring was full or not, or if we should find any pawpaws in
the wood, and drew the augury from anything that happened immediately
afterward: say, if the wind ruffled the leaves or if a rabbit ran out of
the grass.
It was Ellen who showed the most wit in interpreting the signs and
afterward reconciling their inconsistencies, but it was I conceived the
notion of propitiating Snockerty, who by this time had come to exercise
a marked influence on all our plays, by a species of dramatic
entertainment made up of scraps of school exercises, Sunday hymns,
recitations, and particularly of improvisations in which Ellen and I
vied. There were times when, even in the midst of these ritualistic
observances, we would go off at a tangent of normal play, quite
oblivious of Snockerty; other times we were so worked upon by our own
performance as to make sacrifices of really valuable possessions and
variously to afflict ourselves.
It was I, I remember, who scared one of the little Allinghams almost
into fits by my rendering in the name of Snockerty of an anathema which
I had picked up somewhere, but it was Ellen who contrived to extend His
influence over the whole of our territory by finding in every decaying
stump and hollow trunk, a means of communication, and deriving therefrom
authority for any wild prank that happened to come into her head. It is
curious that in all the escapades which were imposed on us in the name
of our deity, for which we were duly punished, not one word of the real
cause of our outbreaks ever leaked through to our parents. It was the
only thing, I believe, the little Allinghams never told their mother,
not even when the second youngest in a perfect frenzy of propitiation,
made a sacrifice of a handful of his careful curls which I personally
hacked off for him with Forester's pocket knife. He lied like a little
gentleman and said he had cut them off himself because he was tired of
looking like a girl baby.
I think it must have been about the end of Snockerty's second summer
that Ellen's wild humour got us all into serious trouble which resulted
in my first real contact with authority.
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