The Golden Bough: A Study in Magic and Religion (Third Edition, Vol. 07 of 12)Frazer, James George
Religion
The Golden Bough: A Study in Magic and Religion (Third Edition, Vol. 07 of 12)
Frazer, James George
Magic; Mythology; Religion; Superstition
who was the first to finish his _spagh_ or strip (literally “claw”), and
out of them is fashioned the Maiden, which is afterwards hung up,
according to one statement, “for the purpose of preventing the death of
horses in spring.”(472) In the north-east of Scotland “the one who took
the last of the grain from the field to the stackyard was called the
‘winter.’ Each one did what could be done to avoid being the last on the
field, and when there were several on the field there was a race to get
off. The unfortunate ‘winter’ was the subject of a good deal of teasing,
and was dressed up in all the old clothes that could be gathered about the
farm, and placed on the ‘bink’ to eat his supper.”(473) So in Caithness
the person who cuts the last sheaf is called Winter and retains the name
till the next harvest.(474)
(M109) Usages of the same sort are reported from Wales. Thus in North
Pembrokeshire a tuft of the last corn cut, from six to twelve inches long,
is plaited and goes by the name of the Hag (_wrach_); and quaint old
customs used to be practised with it within the memory of many persons
still alive. Great was the excitement among the reapers when the last
patch of standing corn was reached. All in turn threw their sickles at it,
and the one who succeeded in cutting it received a jug of home-brewed ale.
The Hag (_wrach_) was then hurriedly made and taken to a neighbouring
farm, where the reapers were still busy at their work. This was generally
done by the ploughman; but he had to be very careful not to be observed by
his neighbours, for if they saw him coming and had the least suspicion of
his errand they would soon make him retrace his steps. Creeping stealthily
up behind a fence he waited till the foreman of his neighbour’s reapers
was just opposite him and within easy reach. Then he suddenly threw the
Hag over the fence and, if possible, upon the foreman’s sickle, crying out
“_Boreu y codais i,_
_Hwyr y dilynais i,_
_Ar ei gwar hi._”
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