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THE RED HILLS
UNDER THE WELSH MOUNTAIN
THE RED
HILLS
A Record of Good Days
Outdoors and In, With Things
Pennsylvania Dutch
BY
CORNELIUS WEYGANDT
PROFESSOR OP ENGLISH LITERATURE
IN T H E U N I V E R S I T Y O P P E N N S Y L V A N I A
PRINTED IN U.S.A.
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LONDON
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PREFACE
CORNELIUS WEYGANDT
Germantown,
Christmas, 1928
CONTENTS
«δ-
Ι : PENNSYLVANIA DUTCH 3
The Red Hills
Georgical
Technical
Jocund
Picturesque
Under the Blue Mountain
LODGED 165
U N D E R T H E W E L S H MOUNTAIN Frontispiece
FRACTUR IN T H E M A N N E R OF
EPHRATA " " 124
PEACE A N D P L E N T Y IN T H E R E D
HILLS " " 190
BLOCK-PRINT SHOWING T H E P E R S I A N
ORIGIN OF "DUTCH" MOTIVES " " 210
Ι. M.
Oswald Seidensticker,
who taught me much of
my people
. ····
PENNSYLVANIA DUTCH
GEORGICAL
TECHNICAL
T h e Pennsylvania D u t c h have
pride in the work of their hands. They have loyalty t o the c r a f t
they follow. There is a code f o r this trade, and a code f o r t h a t ,
a code which, in many cases, has been handed down f r o m
f a t h e r to son for several generations. The preachment t h a t is
abroad in the land, t h a t it is a slave's morality to do a full
day's work, falls on irresponsive ears among the Red Hills. If
a " D u t c h " bricklayer can lay fifteen hundred bricks in a d a y
he does not like to restrict himself to the eight hundred t h a t
custom dictates. He joins the union, of course, when he goes to
town, but, in most cases, only so he can work on union j o b s ,
and not because of a feeling t h a t he needs protection against
the "bosses." H e expects to be in business f o r himself some
day, he is a strong individualist, he does not like to be told what
to do either by "boss" or by labor leader. Give him his head and
he will work hard and do the j o b as well as he can. And t h a t is
generally well indeed.
The Pennsylvania Dutch artisan has in him something of the
spirit of the guildsman of medieval times. H e has, too, some-
thing of t h a t guildsman's habits. H e likes to go on the road in
his youth, working a t a j o b here and a j o b there. F i f t y years
ago he would push westward to the Mississippi. Now he often
reaches the Pacific coast. This journeying is of his own initia-
tive and not under the compulsion of a requirement such as
t h a t which sent him who would be a master carpenter a hun-
dred and more years ago on the round of eastern cities f r o m
Charleston to Portsmouth.
Two years of travelling generally contents our " D u t c h "
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personal identity. If we allow a man wit, it is part of the bargain that
he wants judgment: if style he wants matter. Rich, but a fool or miser
—a beauty, but vain; so runs the bond. ‘But’ is the favourite
monosyllable of envy and self-love. Raphael could draw and Titian
could colour—we shall never get beyond this point while the world
stands; the human understanding is not cast in a mould to receive
double proofs of entire superiority to itself. It is folly to expect it. If a
farther claim be set up, we call in question the solidity of the first,
incline to retract it, and suspect that the whole is a juggle and a piece
of impudence, as we threaten a common beggar with the stocks for
following us to ask a second alms. This is, in fact, one source of the
prevalence and deep root which envy has in the human mind: we are
incredulous as to the truth and justice of the demands which are so
often made upon our pity or our admiration; but let the distress or
the merit be established beyond all controversy, and we open our
hearts and purses on the spot, and sometimes run into the contrary
extreme when charity or admiration becomes the fashion. No one
envies the Author of Waverley, because all admire him, and are
sensible that admire him how they will, they can never admire him
enough. We do not envy the sun for shining, when we feel the benefit
and see the light. When some persons start an injudicious parallel
between him and Shakspeare, we then may grow jealous and uneasy,
because this interferes with our older and more firmly rooted
conviction of genius, and one which has stood a severer and surer
test. Envy has, then, some connexion with a sense of justice—is a
defence against imposture and quackery. Though we do not willingly
give up the secret and silent consciousness of our own worth to
vapouring and false pretences, we do homage to the true candidate
for fame when he appears, and even exult and take a pride in our
capacity to appreciate the highest desert. This is one reason why we
do not envy the dead—less because they are removed out of our way,
than because all doubt and diversity of opinion is dismissed from the
question of their title to veneration and respect. Our tongue, having a
license, grows wanton in their praise. We do not envy or stint our
admiration of Rubens, because the mists of uncertainty or prejudice
are withdrawn by the hand of time from the splendour of his works.
Fame is to genius—
‘Like to a gate of steel fronting the sun,
That renders back its figure and its heat.’
We give full and unbounded scope to our impressions when they are
confirmed by successive generations; as we form our opinions coldly
and slowly while we are afraid our judgment may be reversed by
posterity. We trust the testimony of ages, for it is true; we are no
longer in pain lest we should be deceived by varnish and tinsel; and
feel assured that the praise and the work are both sterling. In
contemporary reputation, the greater and more transcendant the
merit, the less is the envy attending it; which shows that this passion
is not, after all, a mere barefaced hatred and detraction from
acknowledged excellence. Mrs. Siddons was not an object of envy;
her unrivalled powers defied competitors or gainsayers. If Kean had
a party against him, it was composed of those who could not or
would not see his merits through his defects; and in like manner,
John Kemble’s elevation to the tragic throne was not carried by loud
and tumultuous acclamation, because the stately height which he
attained was the gradual result of labour and study, and his style of
acting did not flash with the inspiration of the God. We are backward
to bestow a heaped measure of praise, whenever there is any
inaptitude or incongruity that acts to damp or throw a stumbling-
block in the way of our enthusiasm. Hence the jealousy and dislike
shown towards upstart wealth, as we cannot in our imaginations
reconcile the former poverty of the possessors with their present
magnificence—we despise fortune-hunters in ambition as well as in
love—and hence, no doubt, one strong ground of hereditary right.
We acquiesce more readily in an assumption of superiority that in
the first place implies no merit (which is a great relief to the baser
sort), and in the second, that baffles opposition by seeming a thing
inevitable, taken for granted, and transmitted in the common course
of nature. In contested elections, where the precedence is understood
to be awarded to rank and title, there is observed to be less acrimony
and obstinacy than when it is supposed to depend on individual
merit and fitness for the office; no one willingly allows another more
ability or honesty than himself, but he cannot deny that another may
be better born. Learning again is more freely admitted than genius,
because it is of a more positive quality, and is felt to be less
essentially a part of a man’s self; and with regard to the grosser and
more invidious distinction of wealth, it may be difficult to substitute
any finer test of respectability for it, since it is hard to fathom the
depth of a man’s understanding, but the length of his purse is soon
known; and besides, there is a little collusion in the case:—
‘The learned pate ducks to the golden fool.’
The Atlas.]
[April 11, 1830.
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