<h2 class="nobreak chap2"><SPAN name="III" id="III">III</SPAN><br/> <span class="subhead">WEATHER LORE</span></h2>
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<span class="i0">“Fair is foul, and foul is fair.”—<i>Shakespeare.</i><br/></span></div>
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<p class="drop-cap3"><span class="smcap1">There</span> is a certain class of so-called
signs, that from long use have become
so embedded in the every-day life of the
people as to pass current with some as mere
whimsical fancies, with others as possessing
a real significance. At any rate, they crop
out everywhere in the course of common conversation.
Most of them have been handed
down from former generations, while not a
few exhale the strong aroma of the native
soil itself.</p>
<p>Of this class of familiar signs or omens,
affecting only the smaller and more casual
happenings one may encounter from day to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_35" id="Page_35">35</SPAN></span>
day, or from hour to hour, those only will be
noticed which seem based on actual superstition.
Many current weather proverbs accord
so exactly with the observations of science as
to exclude them from any such classification.
They are simply the homely records of a
simple folk, drawn from long experience of
nature in all her moods. As even the prophecies
of the Weather Bureau itself often fail
of fulfilment, it is not to be wondered at if
weather proverbs sometimes prove no better
guide, especially when we consider that “all
signs fail in a dry time.”</p>
<p>The following are a few examples selected
from among some <span class="locked">hundreds:—</span></p>
<p>When a cat races playfully about the house,
it is a sign that the wind will rise.</p>
<p>It is a sign of rain if the cat washes her
head behind her ears; of bad weather when
Puss sits with her tail to the fire.</p>
<p>Spiders crawling on the wall denote rain.</p>
<p>If a dog is seen eating green grass it is a
sign of coming wet weather.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">36</SPAN></span>
Hang up a snake skin for rain.</p>
<p>If the grass should be thickly dotted in the
morning with cobwebs of the ground spider,
glistening with dew, expect rain. Some say
it portends the exact opposite. This puts us
in mind of Cato’s quaint saying that “two
auguries cannot confront each other without
laughing.”</p>
<p>If the kettle should boil dry, it is a sure
sign of rain. Very earnestly said a certain
respectable, middle-aged housewife to me:
“Why, sir, sometimes you put twice as much
water in the kettle without its boiling away.”</p>
<p>If the cattle go under trees when the
weather looks threatening, there will be a
shower. If they continue feeding, it will probably
be a steady downpour.</p>
<p>A threatened storm will not begin, or the
wind go down, until the turning of the tide
to flood. Not only the people living along
shore, but all sailors believe this.</p>
<p>Closely related to the above is the belief
that a sick person will not die until ebb tide.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">37</SPAN></span>
When that goes out, the life goes with it. I
have often heard this said in some seaports
in Maine.</p>
<p>These popular notions, concerning the influence
of the tides, be it said, have come down
to us from a remote antiquity. The Pythagorean
philosopher, indeed, stoutly affirmed that
the ebbing and flowing of the sea was nothing
less than the respiration of the world itself,
which was supposed to be a living monster,
alternately drawing in water, instead of air,
and heaving it out again.</p>
<p>Again, an old salt, who had perhaps heard
of Galileo’s theory, once tried to illustrate to
me the movement of the tides by comparing
it to that of a man turning over in bed, and
dragging the bedclothes with him, his notion
being that as the world turned round, the
waters of the ocean were acted upon in a like
manner.</p>
<p>To resume the <span class="locked">catalogue:—</span></p>
<p>A bee was never caught in the rain—that
is, if the bee scents rain, it keeps near the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38">38</SPAN></span>
hive. If, on the contrary, it flies far, the day
will be fair. The ancients believed this industrious
little creature possessed of almost
human intelligence.</p>
<p>When the squirrels lay in a greater store of
nuts than usual, expect a cold winter.</p>
<p>If the November goose-bone be thick, so
will the winter weather be unusually severe.
This prediction appears as regularly as the
return of the seasons.</p>
<p>Many meteors falling presage much snow.</p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="iq">“If it rains before seven,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">It will clear before eleven.”<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="iq">“You can tell before two.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">What it’s going to do.”<br/></span></div>
</div></div>
<p>There will be as many snow-storms in a
winter as there are days remaining in the
month after the first fall of snow.</p>
<p>Children are told, of the falling snow, that
the old woman, up in the sky, is shaking her
feather-bed.</p>
<p>High tides on the coast of Maine are considered
a sign of rain.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">39</SPAN></span>
When the muskrat builds his nest higher
than usual, it is a sign of a wet spring, as this
means high water in the ponds and streams.</p>
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<span class="iq">“A winter fog<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Will kill a dog,”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p class="in0">which is as much as to say that a thaw, with
its usual accompaniments of fog and rain, is
invariably productive of much sickness.</p>
<p>Winter thunder is to old folks death, and
to young folks plunder.</p>
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<span class="iq">“Sound, travelling far and wide,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A stormy day will betide.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>Do business with men when the wind is
northwest—that signifies that a clear sky and
bracing air are most conducive to alertness
and energy; yet Hamlet says: “I am but mad
north-northwest; when the wind is southerly
I know a hawk from a handsaw.”</p>
<p>That was certainly a pretty conceit, no
matter if it has been lost sight of, that the
sun always dances upon Easter morning.</p>
<p>One of the oldest of weather rhymes runs
in this <span class="locked">wise:—</span></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">40</SPAN></span></p>
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<span class="iq">“Evening gray and morning red,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Brings down rain on the traveller’s head;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Evening red and morning gray,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Sends the traveller on his way.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>Science having finally accepted what vulgar
philosophy so long maintained, namely that
the moon exerts an undoubted influence upon
the tides of the sea, all the various popular
beliefs concerning her influence upon the
weather that have been wafted to us over,
we know not how many centuries, find ready
credence. If the mysterious luminary could
perform one miracle, why not others? Thus
reasoned the ignorant multitude.</p>
<p>The popular fallacy that the moon is made
of “greene cheese,” as sung by Heywood, and
repeated by that mad wag Butler, in “Hudibras,”
may be considered obsolete, we suppose, but in
our youth we have often heard this said, and,
it is to be feared, half believed it.</p>
<p>Cutting the hair on the waxing of the moon,
under the delusion that it will then grow
better, is another such.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">41</SPAN></span>
As preposterous as it may seem, our worthy
ancestors, or some of them at least, firmly
believed that the Man in the Moon was veritable
flesh and blood.</p>
<p>In “Curious Myths,” Mr. Baring-Gould refers
the genesis of this belief to the Book of
<span class="locked">Numbers.<SPAN name="FNanchor_3" id="FNanchor_3" href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">3</SPAN></span></p>
<p>An old Scotch rhyme runs <span class="locked">thus:—</span></p>
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<span class="iq">“A Saturday’s change and a Sunday’s prime,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Was nivver gude mune in nae man’s time.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>If the horns of the new moon are but
slightly tipped downward, moderate rains may
be looked for; if much tipped, expect a downpour.
On the other hand, if the horns are
evenly balanced, it is a sure sign of dry
weather. Some one says in “Adam Bede,”
“There’s no likelihood of a drop now an’ the
moon lies like a boat there.” The popular
notion throughout New England is that when
the new moon is turned downward, it cannot
hold water. Hence the familiar sayings of a
wet or a dry moon.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">42</SPAN></span></p>
<p>If the Stormy Petrel (Mother Cary’s Chicken)
is seen following in the wake of a ship at sea,
all sailors know that a storm is brewing, and
that it is time to make all snug on board. As
touching this superstition, I find the following
entry in the Rev. Richard Mather’s <cite>Journal</cite>:
“This day, and two days before, we saw
following ye ship a little bird, like a swallow,
called a Petterill, which they say doth follow
ships against foule weather.”</p>
<p>Therefore, in honest Jack’s eyes, to shoot
one of these little wanderers of the deep, not
only would invite calamity, but would instantly
bring down a storm of indignation on the
offender’s head. And why, indeed, should
this state of mind in poor Jack be wondered
at, when he hears so much about kraaken,
mermaids, sea-serpents, and the like chimera,
and when those who walk the quarter-deck
readily lend themselves to the fostering of his
delusions?</p>
<p>A mare’s tail in the morning is another
sure presage of foul weather. This consists<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43">43</SPAN></span>
in a long, low-hanging streak of murky vapor,
stretching across a wide space in the heavens,
and looking for all the world like the trailing
smoke of some ocean steamer, as is sometimes
seen long before the steamer heaves
in sight. The mare’s tail is really the black
signal of the advancing storm, drawn with
a smutty hand across the fair face of the
heavens. Hence the <span class="locked">legend,—</span></p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“Mackerel sky and mare’s tails<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Make lofty ships carry low sails.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>If the hedgehog comes out of his hole on
Candlemas <span class="locked">Day,<SPAN name="FNanchor_4" id="FNanchor_4" href="#Footnote_4" class="fnanchor">4</SPAN></span> and sees his shadow, he
goes back to sleep again, knowing that the
winter is only half over. Hence the familiar
<span class="locked">prediction:—</span></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44">44</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“If Candlemas day is fair and clear,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">There’ll be two winters in the year.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>The same thing is said of the bear, in Germany,
as of the hedgehog or woodchuck.</p>
<p>The Germans say that the badger peeps
out of his hole on Candlemas Day, and if he
finds snow on the ground, he walks abroad;
but if the sun is shining, he draws back into
his hole again. At any rate, the habits of
this predatory little beast are considered next
to infallible by most country-folk in New
England.</p>
<p>A similar prediction carries this form: On
Candlemas Day just so far as the sun shines
in, just so far will the snow blow in.</p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“As far as the sun shines in on Candlemas Day<br/></span>
<span class="i0">So far will the snow blow in before May:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">As far as the snow blows in on Candlemas Day<br/></span>
<span class="i0">So far will the sun shine in before May.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>From these time-honored prophecies is deduced
the familiar <span class="locked">warning:—</span></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_45" id="Page_45">45</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“Just half your wood and half your hay<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Should be remaining on Candlemas Day.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>An old Californian predicted a dry season
for the year 1899, because he had noticed
that the rattlesnakes would not bite of late,
a never failing sign of drought which few,
we fancy, would feel inclined to put to the
test.</p>
<p>An unusually cold winter is indicated by
the greater thickness of apple skins, corn
husks, and the like.</p>
<p>The direction from which the wind is blowing
usually indicates what the weather will
be for the day,—wet or dry, hot or cold,—but
here is a rhymed prediction which puts all
such prophecies to <span class="locked">shame:—</span></p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“The West wind always brings wet weather<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The East wind wet and cold together,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The South wind surely brings us rain,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The North wind blows it back again.<br/></span>
<span class="i2">If the sun in red should set,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The next day surely will be wet;<br/></span>
<span class="i2">If the sun should set in gray,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The next will be a rainy day.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>This falls more strictly in line with many
of the so-called signs which, like the old<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_46" id="Page_46">46</SPAN></span>
woman’s indigo, if good would either sink
or swim, she really didn’t know which; or
like the predictions of the old almanac makers,
who so shrewdly foretold rain in April, and
snow in December.</p>
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