The Golden Bough: A Study in Magic and Religion (Third Edition, Vol. 05 of 12)Frazer, James George
Religion
The Golden Bough: A Study in Magic and Religion (Third Edition, Vol. 05 of 12)
Frazer, James George
Magic; Mythology; Religion; Superstition
(M120) What, then, was the character of the god who was worshipped under
the name of Zeus at these two great natural chasms? The depth of the
fissures, opening suddenly and as it were without warning in the midst of
a plateau, was well fitted to impress and awe the spectator; and the sight
of the rank evergreen vegetation at their bottom, fed by rivulets or
underground water, must have presented a striking contrast to the grey,
barren, rocky wilderness of the surrounding tableland. Such a spot must
have seemed to simple folk a paradise, a garden of God, the abode of
higher powers who caused the wilderness to blossom, if not with roses, at
least with myrtles and pomegranates for man, and with grass and underwood
for his flocks. So to the Semite, as we saw, the Baal of the land is he
who fertilizes it by subterranean water rather than by rain from the sky,
and who therefore dwells in the depths of earth rather than in the height
of heaven.(464) In rainless countries the sky-god is deprived of one of
the principal functions which he discharges in cool cloudy climates like
that of Europe. He has, in fact, little or nothing to do with the
water-supply, and has therefore small excuse for levying a water-rate on
his worshippers. Not, indeed, that Cilicia is rainless; but in countries
bordering on the Mediterranean the drought is almost unbroken through the
long months of summer. Vegetation then withers: the face of nature is
scorched and brown: most of the rivers dry up; and only their white stony
beds, hot to the foot and dazzling to the eye, remain to tell where they
flowed. It is at such seasons that a green hollow, a shady rock, a
murmuring stream, are welcomed by the wanderer in the South with a joy and
wonder which the untravelled Northerner can hardly imagine. Never do the
broad slow rivers of England, with their winding reaches, their grassy
banks, their grey willows mirrored with the soft English sky in the placid
stream, appear so beautiful as when the traveller views them for the first
time after leaving behind him the aridity, the heat, the blinding glare of
the white southern landscape, set in seas and skies of caerulean blue.
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