The familiarity of the peasants with the Nereids is more intimate than
can be easily imagined by those who have merely travelled, it may
be, through the country but have no knowledge of the people in their
homes. The educated classes of course, and with them some of the less
communicative of the peasants, will deny all belief in such beings
and affect to deride as old wives’ fables the many stories concerning
them. But in truth the belief is one which even men of considerable
culture fail sometimes to eradicate from their own breasts. A paper
on the Nereids (the nucleus of the present chapter) was read by me in
Athens at an open meeting of the British School; and no sooner was it
ended than an Athenian gentleman whose name is well known in certain
learned circles throughout Europe rose hurriedly crossing himself and
disappeared without a word of leave-taking. As for the peasants, let
them deny or avow their belief, there is probably no nook or hamlet
in all Greece where the womenfolk at least do not scrupulously take
precautions against the thefts and the malice of the Nereids, while
many a man may still be found ready to recount in all good faith
stories of their beauty and passion and caprice. Nor is it a matter
of faith only; more than once I have been in villages where certain
Nereids were known by sight to several persons (so at least they
averred); and there was a wonderful agreement among the witnesses
in the description of their appearance and dress. I myself once had
a Nereid pointed out to me by my guide, and there certainly was the
semblance of a female figure draped in white and tall beyond human
stature flitting in the dusk between the gnarled and twisted boles
of an old olive-yard. What the apparition was, I had no leisure to
investigate; for my guide with many signs of the cross and muttered
invocations of the Virgin urged my mule to perilous haste along the
rough mountain-path. But had I inherited, as he, a belief in Nereids
together with a fertile gift of mendacity, I should doubtless have
corroborated the highly-coloured story which he told when we reached
the light and safety of the next village; and the ready acceptance of
the story by those who heard it proved to me that a personal encounter
with Nereids was really reckoned among the possible incidents of
every-day life.
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