honour, only being certain that his intercession was all powerful.
Several peasants sat in turn upon the beautiful Papal throne in the
choir, both as a cure and as a preventive against possible ailments,
and thinking there was some legend as to its miraculous qualities we
asked them to tell us about it. They looked up surprised and very
simply said, "It stands in the church of San Francesco," this was
enough in their eyes to explain all miracles and wonders. A favourite
occupation was kneeling by the entrance door of the Lower Church and
listening for mysterious sounds which are said to come from the small
column fixed in the ground. "What are you doing," we asked, cruelly
disturbing the devotion of an old man in our desire for information.
"I am listening to the voice of St. Francis," he answered, telling us
that we might hear it too, but as he was in no hurry to cede his place
to others we had no chance of verifying his strange assertion. The
priests had a double function to perform, for while hearing
confessions they held a long rod in their hands with which they tapped
the heads of the peasants passing down the church; it was a blessing,
which by the ignorant might be mistaken for some mysterious kind of
fishing in invisible waters. At first the northern mind was surprised
at the familiar way the pilgrims used the churches as their home, many
being too poor to afford a lodging in the town. Especially at the
Angeli we saw the strange uses side altars were put to; a family,
having heard several masses and duly performed all their spiritual
duties, would settle themselves comfortably on the broad steps of an
altar, unfasten their bundles and proceed to breakfast off large
hunches of bread and a mug of water; what remained of the water was
employed in washing their feet. One man who had tramped for many days
along dusty roads and wished to change his clothes, conceived the
novel idea of retiring into a confessional box for the purpose. His
wife handed him in the clean things and presently he drew aside the
curtain, and emerged in spotless festive apparel with his travelling
suit tied up in a large red handkerchief.
[Illustration: WOMEN FROM THE BASILICATA]
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